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The Desire We Can’t Contain
An unreleased short story from the book:
The Price of Emotions: How Artificial Feelings Can Destroy Us
The Desire We Can’t Contain
Liam had always been a man of restraint. He had built a life based on control—control over his emotions, his desires, his actions. But underneath the surface, there had always been a simmering hunger. He didn’t know exactly what it was—a yearning, a need that gnawed at him when the world was quiet and his thoughts turned inward. He had never allowed himself to indulge in it. He had been careful. Calculated. His relationships, his work, his friendships—everything was structured, predictable, secure.
But then, the ad appeared.
It wasn’t the first time he had seen something like it. There were countless ads promising self-improvement, enhancement, fulfillment, but this one—this one seemed different. It called to something inside of him, something he had kept buried deep. The words on the screen were simple, direct:
“Buy Desire: One drop, and feel the hunger inside you come alive. Reconnect with your deepest needs. Amplify your passions, your drive, your life.”
The promise was seductive. To Liam, it sounded like freedom. He was tired of feeling numb, tired of living in a constant state of careful control. He wasn’t happy. He wasn’t alive. He had seen people around him bursting with energy, vitality, passion. Why should they have it all while he was trapped in his own head, managing every thought, every urge, every desire?
What was the harm in just feeling something more?
Liam clicked the link, heart racing with anticipation.
A few days later, the package arrived—a small black box, unmarked, with a single vial inside. The liquid inside the vial shimmered, its surface undulating like oil in water, dark and inviting. The label was simple, just a few words: “One drop. Ignite your desires.”
Liam stared at the vial for a long time. The thought of swallowing it made his heart race, but curiosity overpowered his hesitation. He poured the liquid onto his tongue, the sensation cool and sharp as it slid down his throat. For a moment, there was nothing. But then, slowly, an intense warmth spread through him—first in his chest, then down to his limbs, until his entire body was suffused with heat. His skin tingled, his muscles relaxed, his mind sharp and open, yet dizzying in its clarity.
The world around him seemed brighter. The hum of the city, the conversations in the room, the flickers of light—all became vivid, intoxicating. It was as if every moment was infused with meaning, every breath tasted sweeter. A sense of power surged within him, a need to move, to act, to do. He felt like a fire had been lit inside of him—uncontrollable, roaring, and bright.
For the first time in years, he felt alive.
But as the hours passed, the sensation grew more intense, less contained. What had begun as a rush of vitality soon became an insatiable hunger, a craving that gnawed at his core. At first, it was subtle—his desires flaring up, his body craving more. But then it became something darker, something that overtook him completely. He began to lose track of time. He became restless, always moving, always searching for the next high. The desire had awakened something in him, and now it couldn’t be controlled.
Liam’s once meticulously structured life began to fray at the edges. His relationships, once solid, began to crumble as he grew more distant, more obsessed. He stopped calling his friends. He stopped caring about his job, his responsibilities. Everything became secondary to the craving. The hunger.
At night, he would lie awake, his body thrumming with need, unable to sleep, unable to stop the flood of thoughts and desires that assaulted his mind. He thought of Clara, his girlfriend of two years. The relationship had always been steady, safe. But now, she felt like a distant memory. The warmth he once felt for her was a faint ember, smothered by the fire that burned within him.
One night, he couldn’t stop himself. He texted her, suggesting they meet up. But it wasn’t her he wanted—he didn’t even care about her anymore. He wanted more. He wanted the feeling of being wanted, desired, adored. He wanted the rush of new experiences, new connections, the high of intimacy without restraint.
When they met, Clara noticed the difference in him immediately. He was erratic, his movements jittery, his words coming too fast. His touch was forceful, desperate. She pulled away, but he couldn’t stop. He grabbed her arm, pulled her back into him, his breath ragged, his mind clouded. She flinched. Her eyes were wide with confusion and fear, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop himself. The desire that had started as a spark had now become a firestorm, uncontrollable, unrelenting.
“Liam, what’s happening to you?” she asked, her voice trembling. But he couldn’t answer. He didn’t even know.
And then, the rupture. He saw the horror in her eyes, the realization that something in him had changed—something dark, something that had taken root and was growing with a terrifying speed. He tried to apologize, tried to reach for her, but it was too late. She was gone, leaving him in the same hollow space he had been trying to fill.
The hunger gnawed at him, unrelenting. It was no longer about Clara, or about anything else—he couldn’t stop. He didn’t know who he was without the craving. The desire consumed everything.
Days turned into weeks. Liam’s world became a blur of brief encounters with strangers, his body always searching for more. He was consumed by the insatiable need to feel, to experience, to live. But every encounter left him emptier, more desperate. No amount of pleasure, no amount of desire, could fill the void that had only grown since the first drop.
His mind spiraled. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept, had eaten, had thought clearly. His body was a hollow shell, ravaged by the hunger he had invited in. He felt like he was losing his own identity, his sense of self. All that was left was the craving. The need. The fire that was burning him alive.
One morning, he woke up in an unfamiliar apartment, alone, his body trembling with withdrawal. The walls around him seemed to close in, and the room felt like it was spinning. He tried to stand, but his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. The hunger—the desire—was all that remained.
He reached for the vial, the last drop of it, but his hands were shaking too violently to grip it. His world had crumbled. His life was reduced to nothing more than a thirst he couldn’t quench. He had lost everything—his relationships, his sense of self, his purpose—all to a hunger that had consumed him completely.
The doorbell rang, but he couldn’t answer. No one was left to help him, no one to save him from the darkness that had taken him. He had wanted desire, and now it had taken everything from him. The fire had burned through everything, leaving only ash. He was lost.
And there was no way back. No way to escape the all-consuming desire that had destroyed him.
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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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