The reality isn't always friendly. HIM

She has never heard me. And now she's getting fruitful results. Don't consider me to be a maniac. Don't try to explain my actions as actions of a lover. Actually, I am a compilation of several complicated issues.

Nevertheless, you still wonder what I am. And I am willing to grant you with an explanation deep enough to understand and weird enough to contemplate on.

I am a scientist, and she is my experiment. I have created an illusion, though I am not in the mood to reveal all my secrets and tools. I have constructed the environment far beyond her comfort zone. And I am able to observe her behaviour any spare moment. Memorize, note down, analyze, change conditions. Do a research, if you wish. And even if you won't.

Why her, would you ask? It's a long story. Put a reminder, let me know if I forget to tell you the tale later. Now is not the right time. And the place is a particular failure.

She is in the room, and she is confused. Terrified? A bit, quite obviously. She is stunned and deafened , she is a wreck now. Isn't it an arrogant description. I observed her writing something, then she stopped, her eyes became empty. An overwhemling picture which almost penetrated me with pleasure.

She seems to be a little bit accustomed to the world around her. And that's precisely the moment to make her suffer. To change conditions, remember?