THE SECRETS OF CELESTIAN BEYOND THE VEIL

Meanwhile:

A few hours earlier, After dropping Olissa off, Breaton headed home, but soon found himself battling unusual cravings. His body yearned for raw meat, blood, cheesecake, and beer, leaving him perplexed. Despite the growing intensity of these desires, he tried to ignore them and continued driving.

As the cravings intensified, Breaton's gaze wandered to a nearby butcher shop. The sight of raw meat on display triggered a primal response, and he felt an overwhelming urge to indulge. He pulled over and entered the shop, his senses on high alert.

The butcher, a gruff man with a thick beard, looked up as Breaton approached. "Can I help you?" he asked, eyeing Breaton warily.

Breaton's eyes fixed on a rack of raw steaks. "I'll take that one," he said, his voice low and husky.

The butcher nodded and wrapped the meat in paper. "That'll be $20," he said.

Breaton handed over the money, his hands shaking slightly. As he took the meat, he felt a surge of excitement. He quickly returned to his car, eager to satisfy his cravings.

With the raw meat in hand, Breaton's hunger seemed to reach a fever pitch. He devoured the steak in the car, the taste and texture sending waves of pleasure through him.

As he ate, Breaton felt a strange sensation coursing through his body. It was as if his senses were heightened, and his body was undergoing a transformation. He couldn't understand what was happening to him, but he knew he couldn't ignore the cravings any longer.

The question was, what was triggering these desires? And how could he control them? Breaton's mind was filled with questions, but for now, he could only focus on satisfying his hunger.

After devouring the raw meat, Breaton's cravings shifted to beer and cheesecake. He drove to a liquor store and purchased a six-pack of beer, the cold bottles feeling reassuring in his hands. Next, he stopped at a bakery and bought a slice of cheesecake, the creamy texture and sweet aroma tantalizing his senses.

As he arrived home, Breaton felt a sense of relief wash over him. He opened a beer and took a long swig, the bitter taste complementing the rich flavors of the meat and cheesecake. He sliced into the cheesecake, the knife gliding smoothly through the creamy filling.

Breaton took a bite, and the flavors exploded on his tongue. For a moment, his cravings were sated, and he felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction. But as he sat there, eating and drinking, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

His body felt different, his senses heightened. He could smell the beer and cheesecake more intensely than usual, and the taste was almost overwhelming. Breaton's mind was foggy, but he knew he needed to figure out what was happening to him.

As he finished his snack, Breaton felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. He leaned back on the couch, his eyes heavy with sleep. The beer and cheesecake had satisfied his cravings, but he knew it was only temporary.

As Breaton was about to fall asleep, he was interrupted by a knocking at his door. Slightly frustrated, Breaton got up from the couch and made his way to the door. He opened it to find Merry Winco, his coworker, standing at his door with a sly smile on her face.

"Hey, Breaton, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, her voice friendly but with a hint of mischief.

Breaton rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the sleepiness. "Merry, what brings you here?" he asked, his voice still groggy.

Merry's smile grew wider. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by to chat."

Breaton's eyes, which had taken on an otherworldly appearance with black irises and red pupils, looked at Merry with a mixture of confusion and unease. "That's cool, I guess, but now is not a good time. I'm feeling a little under the weather," he said.

Merry's expression changed to concern as she placed her hand on his forehead. "You're burning up! You have a fever," she said, her voice filled with worry.

Breaton took her hand away from his forehead, and his gaze fell upon the cut on her palm. At that moment, he started hearing voices in his head, telling him to drink her blood. The primal urge was intense, and Breaton felt his body tense up.

What the f*ck am I thinking? he thought to himself, horrified by the dark desires that seemed to be taking over his mind.

With a surge of self-control, Breaton looked at Merry and said, "Listen, Merry, it's time for you to go. I don't want....." but before he could finish what he was saying, Merry forced a kiss on his lips. At that moment, the voice in his head returned. "Breaton! You are one lucky SOB; this is the second woman that has thrown herself at you. Take my advice and give her a one-way ticket to pound town!" the voice said.

What the hell is going on with my thoughts? Is that me thinking this? Breaton thought to himself as he broke from the kiss.

"Breaton, I'm sorry; I snuck back into your apartment last night and heard you and Olissa. I want you to take my first time as well. I know you have a girlfriend, but I don't care. I'm in love with you. So please take me." Merry said with tears as she took off her overcoat, exposing her sexy naked body.

"Well, damn, she's giving you no choice; take her to pound town," the voice in Breaton's head said as it started chanting, "do it, do it, do it, do it, do it."

Ignoring the voice in his head, Breaton looked at Merry, his eyes turning completely black. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Breaton asked, his voice low.

Merry nodded, her eyes glistening with desire. "I've never wanted anything more."

Breaton felt a surge of primal energy coursing through him, the dark cravings from earlier returning with a vengeance. Overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix of lust and hunger, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

Merry's lips parted in a sultry smile, and as their bodies collided, Breaton felt the world around him fade away. The voice in his head escalated into a frenzied chant as he succumbed to the surge of desire, knowing that in this moment of chaos, he was both predator and prey