"Spunky young man." Martha moved closed to Fisdar, he remember being tortured to relive past trauma, reliving the pain but could he blame Martha?
No, not then, it was him who wanted this, to break the ladder of suffering.
The bright red pair of eyes stared deep into his soul, hunting the traces of flinch. It was no more the place of eternal night but the prison of reflecting rainbow.
As if stuck into a dimond, there was no way out.
"Live in the moment." Martha said, creasing his left cheek, forming a scar with pointed nail.
"I don't remember living."
"You need to learn if you intend to work with me." This took Fisdar by surprise, he didn't thought convincing would be that easy.
"It would be my biggest pleasure Martha."
"No one calls me Martha, because they are all my subjects. But you my dear, are something different."
