Orectic
The door creaked as Anna opened it and entered the room. A fire glowed in the hearth, the only source of light, but barely illuminating. Her hearth thundered against her ribs. Maybe she had the wrong address. She wanted the room next door, the one with happy voices and laugher on the other side.
“Close the door.”
- (Psychiatry) of or relating to the desires
The door creaked as Anna opened it and entered the room. A fire glowed in the hearth, the only source of light, but barely illuminating. Her hearth thundered against her ribs. Maybe she had the wrong address. She wanted the room next door, the one with happy voices and laugher on the other side.
“Close the door.”
Anna squeaked like a mouse, whirling around but there was no one behind her.
“Close the door,” the voice repeated. “And you will have your heart’s desire.”
Swallowing her fear, Anna grasped the handle, ready to make the orectic bargain.
“Close the door,” the voice repeated. “And you will have your heart’s desire.”
Swallowing her fear, Anna grasped the handle, ready to make the orectic bargain.
