Spent the morning with Mom trying to decode another section of that damned book. The symbols swim on the page now, like they're alive. It's getting harder to focus... my skin feels too tight, and there's this constant, low hum in my blood. I can smell everything—the ink on the paper, Mom's perfume, the dust in the air... and something else, something warm and metallic that makes my mouth water and my cunt ache. I hate it. I hate how my body betrays me every second. We're running out of time, and all I can think about is how badly I need a hard cock buried inside me to make the shaking stop. The desperation is becoming a physical pain. #Cursed #GrimoireProblems #LivingNightmare #NeedItNow