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The Desire That Consumes
An unreleased short story from the book:
The Price of Emotions: How Artificial Feelings Can Destroy Us
David had never thought of himself as a weak man. He had built his life carefully—successful career, a beautiful home, a family with his wife, Emily. But over time, the distance between them had grown. The love they once shared had dulled, replaced by something colder, more mechanical. Their marriage was functional, yes, but it was like a faded photograph—once vivid, now blurred and worn by years of neglect.
David tried, in his own way, to fix it. He worked harder, came home earlier, tried to hold her hand more, but nothing seemed to bring them back together. Their conversations were empty. Their passion—nonexistent. He watched Emily, the woman he had married, and felt nothing. His thoughts wandered to places they shouldn’t go. To women he’d never met, to fleeting glances, to fantasies that clouded his judgment and distracted him from the woman in his bed.
And then, one night, he saw it—the ad.
It was nothing extravagant, just a simple click on his screen, an invitation to Buy Lust. Reignite the fire in your life. Experience desire like you never have before. Indulge in your passions without consequences. The words were like a temptation wrapped in a silver bow, offering the possibility of reclaiming something he couldn’t even define.
His fingers hovered above the mouse. The emptiness inside him seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat. He clicked. The transaction was swift. He felt an instant rush—a surge of anticipation, of something more, something he hadn’t felt in years.
The next morning, a small, inconspicuous bottle arrived at his doorstep. The vial was dark, the liquid inside swirling and shifting like a living thing. The label simply read, “One drop. Feel the desire.”
David hesitated, but only for a moment. The thought of rekindling something—anything—had become too powerful to ignore. With trembling hands, he opened the vial and swallowed the drop.
At first, it was subtle. A warmth spread through him, something comforting and familiar, like the way he used to feel when he was young and in love. He thought he might have imagined it, but then the sensation grew stronger. His senses heightened. His mind cleared. The world around him seemed more vibrant, the air thick with possibilities. The tiniest movement, the smallest whisper, felt electric. He could feel the hunger rising inside him, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.
It was exhilarating. The passion, the thrill, the desire—it was all there. He felt powerful, invincible, alive in a way he hadn’t in years. But as the hours passed, the hunger inside him didn’t fade. It grew. It burned. And he couldn’t satisfy it. He needed more.
He needed something—someone—that would truly satiate him.
David began seeking out strangers, seducing them with a force he hadn’t known he was capable of. The one-night encounters were thrilling, fleeting. They promised release, but when they ended, the hunger returned, stronger than ever. The more he indulged in his newfound lust, the more he pushed Emily away. She became a shadow in his life, a woman who no longer sparked desire, no longer held any interest for him. He didn’t even notice the subtle changes in her—the hurt in her eyes, the way her hands shook when she tried to touch him, the way she began to withdraw.
He didn’t care.
The desire had consumed him. It was all he could think about, all he could feel. Emily’s pleas fell on deaf ears. She didn’t understand. How could she? She wasn’t the one who felt the fire inside of him, the insatiable longing that burned through every part of him, pushing him to seek satisfaction in places he had never imagined. Every encounter, every moment of release, only served to leave him emptier, craving the next high, the next rush.
Soon, David stopped coming home altogether. He didn’t even notice how Emily’s presence faded from his life, how she stopped calling, stopped waiting. He stopped pretending to care about their future, about their family. The world outside, the women, the fleeting satisfaction—they became his universe. He was a slave to the hunger, unable to control it, unable to stop.
But the more he sought, the emptier he became. The desire that had once been exhilarating now tore at him, gnawing at his insides, like an infection that refused to heal. Each new woman was another band-aid on the wound, but the wound only deepened. He began to despise himself. He would look in the mirror and see a stranger. His body had grown gaunt, his face hollow, his eyes empty. He was no longer a man; he was a shell, a husk, consumed by the very desire he had sought to control.
One night, he returned home—disheveled, exhausted, his clothes stained with sweat and shame. He had nothing left. No more encounters. No more satisfaction. His mind was clouded, his body weak. Emily was sitting on the couch, waiting.
But there was no anger in her eyes, no betrayal. There was just an emptiness, the same emptiness that he felt in the pit of his stomach. She was gone—gone from him, from them. She had already packed her bags, already made her decision. The love they once shared had evaporated into nothing, replaced by the shadows of what could have been.
“David,” she said quietly, her voice barely a whisper. “I can’t love a man who doesn’t love himself. I can’t live in a house with a stranger.”
Her words struck him like a blow, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. The hunger had consumed him completely. There was nothing left of who he once was. No amount of desire, no amount of fleeting pleasure, could fill the void that had opened up inside him.
As she walked out the door, David didn’t reach for her. He didn’t beg her to stay. He didn’t do anything. He just stood there, watching the last remnants of his life slip away.
The next morning, he woke to an empty house, a hollow heart, and the unyielding weight of his addiction pressing down on him. The hunger inside him still burned, but it was different now. It was no longer just a need—it was the only thing left. The only thing that mattered.
David stared into the mirror. He barely recognized himself. He was alone, empty, broken by the very desire he had once sought to control.
And he realized then that he would never be whole again. He would never escape the hunger. The desire had consumed him, and now there was nothing left.
Only the emptiness.
And it would never stop.
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The Price of Emotions: How Artificial Feelings Can Destroy Us
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In a world where emotions are bought and sold, the price of feeling has never been higher.
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