"Clara, the eyes have seen your evil. The eyes demand you speak the truth...." the shaman had said on the other end of the call.
Clara, thinking it was the usual, smiled, "I'll send the remaining amount to your account. I need some time, my husband and I are faci—"
"Never insult the eyes with something as filthy as wealth of this earth." The woman gritted her teeth when she said what she didn't mean.
"This is serious, Clara! Your husband's hands are stained with blood... and you have stained your matrimonial bed. If you don't confess... you both, then the eyes shall strike! This isn't a warning. Your punishment is coming soon." The shaman ended the call.
Clara shrieked and fell to the ground. It wasn't possible for her to do something like this. It was even better she died than to confess her escapades to Andreas. Once he cut her off, she was nothing. And the money she had been laundering wasn't yet enough to start her up.
