Chapter Five
Thomas sat in a small sitting room on the main floor, resting. It took a great deal out of him to see his wife so brutally beaten; he was still in shock.
Friedrich suddenly rushed in, looking flushed and energized.
“I’m sorry to keep you, Thomas. I needed to speak with your wife.”
“Yes… well. My wife,” he looked a bit dazed. He was still recuperating from the experience. “How could that possibly have been pleasurable?” Thomas wondered aloud, shaking his head.
Friedrich sympathized with the man, knowing that it would be quite a shock to see his wife so ruthlessly punished. He sat down in the chair across from him and leaned forward, “You saw her face, right?”
“I did. The oddest thing… a glow there, like a figure in some seventeenth century painting. It was quite remarka
