Taking away the tension in my limbs and the tightness in my face, I did my best to ward off any hint of despair from my being.
I looked at Martha with amusement, staring into her eyes and curiously searching for a weakness I could exploit to salvage the situation.
I wasn't above conjuring a story at this moment, anything to save myself, but the woman was rock steady.
Martha was sure of my helplessness in the current situation, and she wasn't wrong to be, because try as I might, I could not make sense of what had been done to me.
I wanted to believe this was an illusion, but the crushing weight and Echo told me all of this was real.
"Did she teleport us to a sub-dimension, an artificial world she controls?" I wondered.
"Perhaps this is something a step above illusion... a direct mind invasion."
Funny enough, despite the mess my mind was in, no room within it harboured hatred for the MILF.
