As Tilly closed in on him, a formidable pressure engulfed Elias, suffocating him like the weight of a mountain, rendering him immobile.
"Elias, be a good boy~" Tilly's smile was getting closer, an eerie anticipation in her eyes.
"I'll be quick about it, it won't hurt much~" Her voice held an unsettling sweetness.
Elias struggled to lift his head, his gaze locked onto her mesmerizing yet ominous eyes.
"Tilly... do you realize what you're doing? Can't we just sit down and talk this out?" He tried to reason, his voice tinged with desperation.
He wasn't exactly worried about losing a finger – they could grow back, after all.
But who would willingly choose discomfort? Losing a finger is no trivial pain...
More so, he was bothered by something else. If Tilly really went through with it, all their shared tender moments would be gone, a terrible way to start...
