Jessica loses control

The hunger is too much. A wave of self-loathing washes over her, but she doesn't stop. She starts to reach for the girl's gag, but stops herself. No, this will be easier if she can't speak.

"I'm sorry" Jessica whispers. She avoids eye contact with the captive as she pulls the girl's hair back, exposing her neck. Jessica strikes, grasping the back of the girl's neck, and biting into her throat. The moment the hot blood passes over her tongue, all of Jessica's self-doubt and shame vanishes. The only thing that exists in the world is the fresh blood. She slurps greedily at the girl's neck, as the girl whimpers into the gag. The captive goes slack in Jessica's arms.

Jessica unhooks the girl from the ceiling and throws her on the bed. She kneels at the foot of the bed, spreading the girls knees and inhaling deeply. She can tell the victim is equal parts terrified and aroused. She tastes the girl's innermost region, before plunging her fangs into the girls inner thigh, drinking more. She feels the girl's pulse slow and pulls back, licking the thigh wound.

She sits back on her haunches and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Well, I didn't kill the poor girl ... that is something Jessica reasons, acknowledging the low bar she is setting for herself.

Jessica doesn't overtly realize it, but her mind is being subtly rewritten every time she feeds. Cause and effect are being rewired. The thirst is unstoppable, and there is no shame, no self hatred, no guilt so long as she is feeding. The bad thoughts only come when she idle, when she is parched. The only way to suppress the bad thoughts is to feed.

Jessica leaves the now **** girl on the bed. The guilt persists in her mind, but she is getting better at ignoring it. She wipes the blood off her mouth using a towel she finds on a chair, and puts on a silk robe she finds in the closet. Jessica leaves her bedroom and walks down the hallway. This is the first time she's been alone outside her room, and wants to explore.