Soft sobbing and crying drew Leah’s attention to the back of the shop she just left. There Mara was, tied hands and feet. Standing above her was Korma. Leah shot daggers glare at her, “how dare you?” she shouts. “How dare a lowly beast like you treat my daughter like an animal?”.
Korma smirks to hide the growing rage in her face. Unknown to Leah, a glass prism divides she from her daughter. She runs angrily and jammed it. “Mommy!” Mara’s sobbing increased. “How dare you?” Leah screams again.
On the little metallic chair Mara was tied on, two sockets were implanted on it, a blue and a red one. “If I switch this blue one on, little Mara would be electrocuted. If I switch the red one, she will be driven to my base” Korma says, displaying the tyres at the back of the chair. “It was invente
