Task 1- The Beast in me

I feel the beast stir, raging to be let out, to break free I close my eyes and wait for it to pass. I got lucky this time and hell is prevented.
I pray the hours would tick by as slowly as possible but at the same time I pray they would stop torturing me and speed past. I wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead and close my eyes. I sit here, alone. Waiting, hoping, praying-all in vain.
Maybe the moonlight will be kinder this time, and not devour what's left of my sanity. And perhaps the metal bars, now knowing what to expect, will try harder not to break under the pressure of the bloody claws and inhuman teeth.
... I try not to turn my head to the pile of rotting flesh in the corner of the cell but my neck fails me. Perhaps the beast will feed on the existing corpses and there wont be a need to go out and hunt this time... Somehow I doubt it. I feel my eyes water as I see people down below on the beach. If they only knew, they would run a million miles...
I do a routine check to make sure once locked up, the beast cant reach the keys to escape. I run my fingers across the prison bars, and check the water supply, look around the room and inhale.
As I feel the moonlight getting stronger and my mind loosing grip, I lock myself into the cell and hope for the best all the while knowing, the cell can only hold the animal for a couple of minutes at best.
The moonlight hits.
I feel the beast in me stir, raging to be let out, to break free, I close my eyes and wait for it to pass. This time luck fails me and all hell breaks loose.