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Dionysus: A Short Story

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It all starts - part of it, anyways - with an urge. A small tick at first, like a muted itch that demands to be scratched, noise that buzzes in the farthest corners of the ears until ignorance causes it to bloom out of control. Only then does it strike with all the force of a crashing wave, practically overwhelming in its command. Rational thought and common sense driven out in the time it takes to blink, held hostage until certain conditions are fulfilled. Dionysus does not pull her towards its confines. This time - the first of many, perhaps - she is pushed by a sensation beyond comprehension and understanding. It persists, even as the nightclub's allure takes hold and temporarily eases the worries and fears, emboldens her with reassurances

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