[ It is going on for many nights and that's part of the problem. With every passing day the haunted house beckons her with escalating intensity, in her thoughts, the loss of time in between them, and punishing her ability to rest. She might have to start banging her head into a wall to pass out. Whatever she has to do, she won't go.

Why? Is it just a matter of pride at this point? A lab rat's rebellion? A refusal to do what she's told simply because she's told to do it? You used to be such an obedient girl, primed for sacrifice. She smiles ruefully at it all. ]

No, that's not it. I don't want to go. I don't... but it wants me to. I'm pouring all my willpower into disobedience.