Zoe can't escape herself

The two "healthy" Zoes ran downstairs, closing the attic door behind them.

Traumatized Zoe was delirious.

Traumatized Zoe: They'll come after us! They'll try to fuse us against our will! They'll drive us as crazy as they are!

Zoe: I'm sorry, I should have believed you right away, let's get out of here!

They both started running toward the door when they felt a tug on their bodies. They stumbled, then realized there were four of them. For a moment, they thought the crazy girls had reached them, but seeing each other's frightened expressions, they realized they were still under the effects of the cloning spell.

Zoe: We're still duplicating!

Traumatized Zoe: We'll find another solution, anything but that one.

The Zoes heard their alters' voices calling them from upstairs.

The traumatized Zoes froze as if fighting the urge not to run away and join in the pleasure, the sick whispers in her head like the sweet words of a demon.

The normal Zoes grabbed their hands and began dragging them away, toward the front door. Their car was in the driveway; all they had to do was reach it and put as much distance as possible between themselves and their crazy counterparts, and they'd be safe.

When they walked out the door, they found themselves in front of another Zoe, naked, but she didn't care; she must have somehow climbed out of a window to get in the way.

Zoe, mad: Oh god, there are four of you! The fun can last forever.

Another crazy Zoe slowly descended the stairs as if in complete control.

Zoe, crazy: It's too cold out here to be naked, let's go inside, let's warm up together.

Zoe: We can do this! There are only two of us! They can't drag all four of us into the circle at once!

Then something happened that dashed their hopes. The two crazy Zoes repeated the duplication spell, splitting before their eyes, evening their numbers.

Crazy Zoe: What? You thought we'd let him finish with you? No, we'll multiply again and again to merge again and again, why give up something so good?

The two traumatized Zoes fell to their knees with defeated expressions.

Normal Zoe: We can still do it, let's run!

But the traumatized Zoes grabbed them, holding them in place, their gaze reflecting the same madness as the other clones. The two Zoes had finally lost the will to fight back and were lost in their lustful desires.

The mad Zoes split again, becoming eight, grabbed the two rebellious Zoes and the two surrendered ones, and dragged them back up.

They all split up again, 24 Zoes reached the attic, 16 completely crazy Zoes, 4 surrendered to their fate, and 4 still rebelling.

Among the dust still on the floor was her grandmother's spellbook, a chance for salvation or a greater danger?

Zoe didn't know, but as soon as she saw it, she lunged for it, opened a page, and read a spell without studying it. Whatever happened, perhaps she could escape.