The voice speaks softly, seductively from within your mind. "You must take the mountain path. We must reach our destination before sunrise." You feel your will melting away in a bubbling fountain of pleasure. It would be so easy to obey this voice. So peaceful. So pleasurable. So terrifying. Your will makes a feeble attempt to re-assert itself. A thousand prisoners. You are caught between conflicting desires. Pain and despair. The tension within you is rising--something's going to break! A thousand captured souls. That pleasurable unknowing haze is pulling you back gently. "Take the path," the seductive voice urges, "Go up the mountain." Your will is dissolving quickly.