*Gush* A muffled pain in the darkness of the room. The metal sound of a knife as it hit the wet concrete floor. A soundly gasp before its knees impacted the floor, right before it let its arms down, the horizontal cut on the abdomen opened the wet squichy and splashy sounds of flesh and blood and guts splattering all over the place. Then a wet thud as the body went down over it all.
Behind you another noise, a deep breathing surrounded by darkness. As you turn around you can almost see a fluorescent red mist pouring out from a furry silhouette, drops of glowing red falling to no floor until they are lost out of sight, you hear the breathing and groaning come closer as the silhouette stumbles closer and closer until it drops down in front of you. Intangible body but your hands still get covered in moist glow. You pull your paws closer, the scent of iron, overwhelming your sensitive nose. You take a lick, its metalic, but also sweet and delicious. Of course it is, its the same sweetness you’ve tasted for so long, its the same depravation you enjoy so much. You can’t help but to dig your stained paws back in, but it is gone, its clean, there is nothing more than wet floor. But that aint enough for you, it stopped being enough quite a long time ago. You feel the bloodlust raise withing you, blinded to your sight, you raise your predator ears in search of victim. In front? Nothing. Maybe to the right? ...nothing. Behind! There’s a scared pulse behind you, an irregular heavy breathing. You stop thinking to hear ahead and you notice you are already sprinting on all fours. You feel happy, you feel the rush of the approaching kill...
A loud gasp from your victim as you dive, fangs first onto its neck. The sweet delicious red milk pours out on your maw, your tongue delighting itself in joy and flavor. You claw its chest and its head, pulling it appart to feast on its neck as your fuzzy face gets all covered in blood, the gushing wet sounds of gore alongside the wonderful screaming of yoru victim...
Enjoying yourself too much? No, you know yourself too well, you know this isnt barely enough. You slash with your powerful claws at its belly, tearing it appart as its screams on its last breaths. No time for indulgence, you dive into its open cavity, smash your face against all the bloody smushyness, a bite here, a bite there, your ears capturing every last movement of the insides as the heart slowly stops pumping, then all that is left is the remaining splatter you cause and the last few organs that still do something.
And now, with your lust satiated, you look around, you are still lost amidst the nothingness. You grab the corpse again to feel a point of assurance, but once again, there is nothing but wet floor. And now, amidst the silence, amidst the darkness, you remember... You’ve done this before, many times, you have no idea how many times.... 
-Enough!
You yell to the top of your lungs and the darkness turns into a bright light.
You find yourself in a white room, completely clean, a large mirror on the wall and a door next to it. It opens up and a pink fox comes through it, bichromatic eyes and a waggy tail behind her.
-Did you enjoy it? She asks happily.
-You been there for 3 weeks! Its a new record for you, we started worrying a bit in the end.
And then you remember, it was the night club!
You get handed your clothes, greeted by the personel and sent on your way back to your normal life...