Amanda Smith obediently went over and opened the box, watching Lyric Willow take out a piece of gauze and put it in her mouth, then, with her other uninjured hand, she gripped her dislocated joint and forcefully pressed it back into place.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound rang out, and Amanda Smith felt a tingling pain in her own arm.
With the gauze in her mouth, Lyric Willow took a deep breath, and cold sweat dripped down her face like rain. She was already beautiful, but now her pale complexion aroused a bit more pity.
She moved her arm to ensure the bone was back in its correct position, then sighed in relief before pinching her wrist.
"Crack!"
Another crisp sound, she groaned softly, her entire body limp as she fell backward onto the bed.
The pain was so intense that her head was spinning. In her life, aside from being beaten down time and time again by Evan Willow, she had never experienced such a wretched escape.
