Chapter Hundred-Thirty-Seven

CHAPTER HUNDRED -THIRTY-SEVEN

*When you start fighting the normal human instincts off, they are bound to resurface no matter what!*

"It's so beautiful!!!!" Amber said breathlessly as she admired the contraption pulled out by Arizona.

She handed it to Amber gently in both hands with a slight bow and returned to her former position.

Janice drew in several deep breaths and let them all out loudly, her chest heaving.

She admired the golden pen-like object as she raised it mid-air, her eyes gleaming with sheer admiration and love.

What the hell is that anyway? Plus, I have never seen Amber gushing over some stupid object.

As if reading her mind, Amber set the golden contraption back in the box briefcase, gently.

She chuckled and cluck her tongue, her amber glowing eyes fixated on Hannah's.

"I call this, Anthrax. It is my very very precious torture instrument. Actually, you can say it, it's like a double edge sword as it serves both pleasure and pain."

Hannah gawked at her in confusion.

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