Oh no, I thought as the familiar feeling gripped me in a tumultuous wave. I slumped back into the sofa my fists and jaw clenched. Again and again I heard the call from the next room- “come and get me, come and get me, come and get me.” I hesitated, half rose, again I resisted. I sat back firmly. Mind over matter. The calls became stronger, clearer- “cake, chocolate, crisps- come and get me, come and get me, come and get me”. Insidiously, silkily, sensuously the calls became louder. Resistance was futile. Slowly I rose and accepted the deadly invitation.
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