Xylon sat in his room, the remnants of arousal still present within him, but a profound shift occurred within his being.
The vivid recollection of his torment during sleep filled his mind, the relentless cycle of death and sadistic pain he had endured.
The memories weighed heavily on his heart, extinguishing the flames of desire that had once burned within him.
As he reflected upon the depths of his own suffering, the urgency of his sexual gratification paled in comparison.
The wounds inflicted upon his soul ran far deeper than any physical pleasure could alleviate.
Once Xylon had regained a sense of calm and clarity, he found himself yearning for Eva's presence.
He ventured outside his house, taking measured steps as he traversed his farm in search of her.
Emotions swirled within him, a mix of confusion, apprehension, and lingering pain from the blood he had consumed.