Diary (Vaults of madness)

Original media : TES Online By Anonymous Day 13 This torment is endless. Every day I perform the same tasks of depositing the soulless husks into the depths of Oblivion. I fear I am losing myself as time passes. I dearly hope I won't become one of the shriven. I hunger, and I can't be sated. Day 36 They keep coming. More and more of the soulless ones are drained. I feel the pangs of hunger upon me. Perhaps these husks are my answer. Day 61 I see the eyes looking at me. They are dead, soulless, but I still crave them. Help me. Day Unknown I've lost track of the days. There are so many soulless here. Like a feast. A feast for me.