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The Devil Whispers In Your Ear
You can only resist her so long.
It’s another night where you feel the urge pulsate through you like a second heartbeat. You try to keep your attention off anything but the drink in front of you, but you hear the soft entreats anyway.
“Don’t you want to go somewhere quieter?” She laughs, like she’s won something, and it takes everything you have not to look her way. No one else will be able to see the wisp of her form or the litheness of her skin-tight clothing that leaves nothing to the imagination. She always appears this way, and she’ll be plaguing you just like this till the day you croak. “You know I don’t like to see you like this. Why don’t you just give in? It would be so easy, you know — as easy as breathing…”
You tilt your head and crack your neck as if the movement will do anything concrete to distract you. Any moment now, she’ll be singing lyrics in your ear and tell you that you’re the one saving grace among a hopeless race of idiots. You take another sip of the drink that goes down like liquid fire. But the headiness of the alcohol does only so much. Someday, it won’t be enough.
“Come on,” she says quietly, her fingernails trailing ever so lightly along the sleeve of your arm. It’s as if she’s a fan in a crowd cheering on a star player in a monumental game. And it is a game to…
