Katarina felt a pull, an irresistible tug on her soul. No matter how hard she tried to resist it, it was constantly drawing her in. Capturing her very essence. It was like somebody had tied a rope around her body, and was trying to capture her. It was impossible to stop. It hurt every inch of her, every part of her body. It hurt her very soul. Tormented it. Burnt it in flames. It seared her mind. She didn t want to go. She was frightened of the pull. But it beckoned her. Called to her. It wouldn t let her go.