As her sweet voice echoed in your mind, it carried the warmth of a sunbeam on a chilly morning, its tendrils gently embracing every thought. The once welcoming voice began to unravel like threads of golden light, seeping through the crevices of your consciousness and softly eroding the barriers of your sanity.

The room, suffused with a faint ethereal glow, bore an otherworldly charm, a mosaic of shimmering hues dancing upon the walls, casting playful shadows that danced in rhythmic patterns. The air, heavy with the slight fragrance of metal.

Yet, amidst this enchantment, a peculiar sensation took hold. The ringing in your ears, a haunting melody, grew in intensity, wrapping around your senses like a dissonant symphony. Its crescendo bore an unsettling weight, gradually morphing into a discordant hum that urged your blood to rebellion.

And then, a trickle. A crimson stream snaked its way down from your nostril, a silent testament to the strain this enchanting voice placed upon your very being. Each drop, a sacrifice to the allure of her words.

"You'll distort beautifully... and you should take advantage of that. Imagine a life where you can do anything. Don't you want that for yourself? Don't you want access to such thing? Why do you keep on rejecting me..?"