Feast

All inhibitions and prohibitions had been abolished, and he gave himself over to his frenzy with a glee that surprised him. There was no planning, no strategy to his attacks now — he was attacking with fury. His objective now was not victory, but to exert as much energy as he could, to throw his fury upon his opponent. He wanted nothing more than to feast on the emotions of the moment, to thrill in his current feeling. He felt free, and his freedom made him feel guilty, and his guilt was pleasing to him.

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