[Notice: Satrya is still out of it, since I'm writing from her pov, her thoughts are exactly like the drunk she is right now... Confusing and slightly all over the place. Don't forget that the 'shadow' is in her mind/inner world so their conversations will be portrayed as 'z' and not "z" unless Satrya is talking out loud.]
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My brain seemed to be all over, memories flashed through my mind each loss and death, stabbing at me, causing me to fall on my knees gasping for breath.
In my chest, my hearts accelerated as if swelling almost to bursting only to clench seemingly being clenched by an invisible hand.
With a wave of my hand, an arc formed ripping into the grey space, I giggled walking forward but was stopped... Ah.
A tasty!
A wonderful beautiful tasty was in front of me, though I felt satisfied I was far from being filled.
Food delivered itself to me... Why not eat it?
For so many days in that room, I was tossed, eaten without being properly fed.