write me a PURE BODY HORROR story about someone who is in a car crash and wakes up in another animal that they have been put in to preserve their conciousness, dont talk about instincts, only the horror of being in somthing that isnt human,

The last thing Ramirez remembered was the screech of metal on metal, glass shattering like a billion stars exploding, and then an eerie, magnified silence. Pain burst through his consciousness like a wildfire, razing everything he thought he knew about himself. Darkness swallowed him whole, and he was left floating, untethered, in a void that felt like an eternity. When he finally awakened, it was not in his accustomed space. The world came flooding back—in a sickening, visceral wave. Instead of the familiar, warm cocoon of his body, he was immersed in something cold and alien. The sensation of skin packed tight against bone and muscle was gone. Instead, he was enveloped in a metallic chill that didn’t belong to him. He blinked, but he couldn’t see through eyes that weren’t his. They flickered and glinted in the dim light, reflecting the flicker of fluorescent bulbs above. Everything felt wrong; everything was wrong. Heart pounding, he tried to speak, to shout, but the sound that emanated from his throat was a cacophony of squawks and screeches, choked in a garbled mess before it released into the air. He looked down, his gaze darting across a foreign body, long and sinewy, cloaked in fur. His limbs, once muscular and well-defined, were now thin, clawed appendages that curled and unfolded like a grotesque origami. The world around him was too tall, the horizons stretched and distorted, pulling at him with incessant demands to comprehend. He was trapped in the body of a creature, one he couldn't even begin to identify. Panic surged through him, flowing in currents more rapid than anything he had ever felt in his human life. “This can’t be happening,” he thought, but there were no thoughts to crystallize into the clarity of words. Instead, there was only the horror of sensation—he felt the coldness of the floor beneath his clawed feet, the weight of his new flesh constricting and infuriating. Ramirez lurched forward, panic guiding him as he stumbled across the slick surface of what seemed to be a lab, the scent of antiseptic biting at his new hypersensitive nostrils. With every step, every movement, he felt a sickening disconnect, the tremors of his rewritten spine echoing sharp in his revamped body. It wasn’t just that he was different, it was that he was an alien, a grotesque version of something meant to move swiftly through a bleak world—a manifestation of something that shouldn’t exist. He saw reflections in polished surfaces—pale fur bristling, trailing through the corners of his vision. Long ears, twitching uncontrollably with every sharp sound; wide, unearthly eyes that blinked at him in confusion as if mocking the very essence of who he once was. No longer human, no longer Ramirez—an object, a possession, a shell that could be reset at will by those who had put him in this living prison. As he buckled under the weight of despair, a realization hit him: there were others. Scattered across the sterile room, trapped inside their own flesh—if that’s what it could even be called. He saw the hollow gazes of creatures that echoed back the deep agony coursing through him—human souls trapped in forms that were twisted, mangled, and grotesque. They were nothing more than puppets in a twisted experiment, preserved consciousness residing inside creatures that squirmed and crawled, unable to express the horror of their existence. They were screaming silently, their minds entangled in a body that would never be theirs again. With each minute that passed, panic morphed into despair. Ramirez’s struggle turned into a spiraling vortex, whirling somewhere between insanity and acceptance. They had taken everything from him—his body, his autonomy. He was now a horrific echo, a horrifying shadow in an existence stripped of humanity. As time blurred into an undulating wave of confusion and terror, he realized that freedom was but a cruel illusion, each inch forward a grim reminder that he would never escape the reality of this monstrous prison. The only thing left to grasp was the endless churning abyss that consumed his identity; the lingering memory of sunlight against human skin was becoming nothing but a fading dream. In a world where sensations became both weapon and tormentor, he was not just lost—he was devoured whole, inch by inch, pulse by pulse.