Communicating with the Source

"Amber...why are you inside my...whatever this is?" Sam asked.

"Thats not her, Sam," the mystic said, "the voice you're hearing is like a conscious fingerprint"

"Can we send her away...?" Sam asked, "I'm starting to think this isn't a good idea..."

"Don't!" Amber ordered growing more and more eager to talk to this voice, a smile stretching across her face.

"Well, can Amber at least leave the room? I don't feel comfortable with this thing and her communicating."

"I can't do that either, Sam. A sealed room is necessary to contain the spiritual entities from the rest of the world." The mystic said, "now we can continue to bicker or we can do what we came here to do."

"I don't-"

"Shhhh" the mystic ordered.

"Yeah, be quiet!" Amber said leaning forward, "whats this you said about payback?"

"Oh! I know that voice," the source cheered, "how are you doing beautiful?"

"Things are looking up!"

"This is all well and good," the mystic tried to interject, "but we've got business we have to attend to. Why are you plaguing Sam?"

"Why are you asking me when my creator is sitting right there?" The source scoffed.

"I know why," Amber said looking over to Sam, "you think you can just curse someone and have your way with them? Influence them into having sex with you and sucking your dick on a whim?"

"What are you talking about?!" Sam argued, "you came onto me! You pretty much **** me into it! How was I supposed to know you were under the influence of the curse?!"

Sam's previous statement ran through his head once more, "hey! WAIT A MINUTE! IT WAS YOUR CURSE THAT CAUSED US TO HAVE SEX IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

Amber scoffed, not caring for Sam's excuses.

"Amber...." Sam continued to reason with her, "if this curse was your doing, then the things that happened between us were a result of what you did to me..."

"I'm not going to entertain the manipulative arguments of some pervert," Amber said, "I'm glad this happened to you, I hope you're stuck with it forever."

"Oh!" The source laughed, "forever doesn't even BEGIN to cover it."

Sam got up and approached the mystic. "Okay...thats enough...stop this. Hang up on it."

"I can't end it until all of us want the spiritual connection closed," the mystic said.

"Wait a minute!" The source said, continuing its talk with Amber, "you don't know?!"

"Surely I want it closed enough for all of us. So just do it!" Sam said to the mystic.

"It doesn't work like that," the mystic said.

"How would I?" Amber asked.

"Oh! You haven't cast me yet!" The source said.

"I wouldn't know the first thing about casting a curse!"

"I can help you with that!"

"Okay! Thats enough!" Sam yelled waving his arms in thr air.

The source appeared to speak to Amber privately until concluding with "And then, you can trigger the curse by just focusing on it, knowing that its there, and then commanding it"

"Screw this. Screw these rules...I'm out of here," Sam yelled marching to the closed door.

"Not so fast, Lexi!" Amber said, "wow, I like that name for you!"

Sam pulled the door open to see the closet once again.

"Oh no..." he moaned looking over at Amber, "I'm sorry, Amber. I really am. I would take it back if I could. It wouldn't have even happened if you hadn't cursed me in the FIRST place!"

A bottle of perfume floated out from the closet and approached Sam. Sam hesitantly backed away from the bottle, but not before it could blast a couple spritezes on him.

The bottle returned to the closet and the door quietly closed.

"And now comes the fun part" the source said, "I must be returning"

Sam felt a terrible headache and fear as he felt the consciousness of the curse returned to him.

He felt himself lifted up as he felt the pink energy growing once again. He winced as electricity sparked him all over his body before extending out to the door.

The pink electricity pulled the door open and Sam saw the interior of the closet shift once more. No longer merely an infinite walk-in closet, but it appeared to be a towering bedroom closet combo- in the center containing a bed with stained silk sheets.

Sam felt hesitation as the energy slowly drew him closer to the open door, before it violently threw him into the room and onto the bed- the door slamming shut behind him.

Sam shot up and ran back to the door, but it didn't budge. He looked around and saw the the surroundings of the room were a series of doors. Looking up he witnessed the infitinite towering walls of seductive and feminine articles.

Sam tried to open each door, but unsuccessfully. It appeared he was trapped in this room.