"I'm not interested in any of these things." Anasthasia's lips crooked with her hands flailed, throwing a handful of gold and valuables away from her.
All this time, she recognized what was close to his heart. The subtle changes from his eyes and lips were enough. More often than not, he whined about how she handled the artifacts as though it was a toy for toddlers.
"Don't! Stop!"
She stopped for a while, glancing at him. "Why would I? I'm still looking for something better. Perhaps, you have more in there—"
"NO!"
"So, you really do have more…"
"No more! No more…" He slumped, looking dejected and drained from vigor.
"That's unfortunate," Anasthasia cooed at him as she leaned forward. "Then, I guess the nullification of our bargain is in full effect—Oh! Maybe there wasn't, to begin with."
He mumbled inaudibly; was at his wit's end.
"I guess you'll rot in here. I will be taking this."
