#Chapter59
The Ambaram
A wail louder than that of a scared girl screeches through the awestruck forest and blood gushes on the dirty ground heavily. Arthur’s penis falls pathetically like the broken tail of a lizard and Valentina covers her eyes, unable to see the demonic play. The trauma settles under her hiccups, but she refuses to become part of any monstrous acts.
/"Keep your eyes open, princess. Watch the falling statue of a remorseless creature before he turns into dust. I have not even started yet./" Arnold yelled, causing her soul to almost jump out of her skin. The dominance and authority in his voice compelled her to open those swollen orbs wider and look at the scene uninterrupted. He was going to put a show for her so she could wash away the disgust in Arthur’s dying howls. She sat there, clutching the blanket close to her body and watched her savior bringing justice to her.
