My heart was pounding and my pulse racing.Sweat and fear permeated my body. Water dripped from the ceilingcausing an eerie echoing sound. Burned cloth...padding rotted on thewalls all around me. A broken down and rusty bed frame rested in thecorner. There were chains and decaying leather straps fixed to the bedframe. My flashlight began to flicker just as the sounds of screamingstarted in the hallway outside. I shook my flashlight trying to regainthe light. I was frightened beyond anything I'd. Keep your breath in your thoughts and while keeping your real eyes closed, open the one on your forehead."It was a very odd sensation but I did as he asked and when I 'opened' my third eye the world exploded in a rainbow of colors. I was so shocked I opened my real eyes and the fiery shoots of color vanished leaving me looking at Alek. He was grinning."I guess that means it worked." What the hell was that?" We call it Psychic Sight. You were seeing my aura. Well, auras actually." There's more. Cheers.” I watched him shrug his shoulders and his tux slid down his arms and off. He hung it from a hook behind the door, and I saw the leather straps of his shoulder holster and yes, under his armpit, a pistol.My eyes followed him into the en suite bathroom, leaving the door half open, and I heard some shuffling then the rush of water as the shower was turned on. Through the door, in the bathroom mirror, I could see him step naked into the shower and close the glass screen door. The angle. For a moment, she looked at me as though I was an anathema to her (I felt genuinely guilty). Then, she held my arm tightly and began to cry.Me: What’s the matter, Nisha? Is it your married life? (I asked taking a guess of course).My friend shook her head in agreement while still sobbing and trying to speak. I comforted her, and after a few minutes, she was able to talk about the problem. I listened to her problems without being captious about her condition.Nisha: My husband has lost all.