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"Just open the box. If you don't like it, fine, but I want you to at least see—" He reached for me to touch my arm, to create some physical connection but I stepped back instinctively. As a result, the box slipped from my hands and then the next few minutes seemed to pass in slow motion. The purple wrapping caught the light as it fell and the silver ribbon loosened. The box hit the floor with a soft thud, the lid popping off from the impact. And something tumbled out. Something pink and shiny. My eyes almost popped out of my skull to see a vibrator and a small and remote control next to it.

She empties the contents of the box on the table and my breath seizes when I see what spills out from it. Dildos of different sizes ranging from small to enormous. Vibrators of different types and colours. Packs and packs of condoms. Lubricants. Every kinky sex toy you can ever imagine. My soul walks out of my body, leaving my flesh to deal with the problem on its own. My face goes pale as I look back at Lisa who is fuming at me. “I swear I had no idea these were the contents of the box.” I'm shaking my head and my hands before her. The girls are giggling among each other and I'm not surprised. They are definitely enjoying the show.

She was not a good girl, but a bad one. If she fell in love with a man, then she wouldn't open her legs to any other man. I had to stop something worse happening. I took out a wooden box with some patterns carved on the surface. In the center of the box, there was a metal latch whose color shimmered with a faint bronze light. I opened the latch, and in the center was a white pill wrapped in a red velvet cloth. This was a strong aphrodisiac. As long as it is eaten, a woman must have sex in order to release the effect of the drug.

Everything is surprisingly the right size. And then… there’s something else. A smaller box nestled under the fabric. White with minimal branding. I pull the box out slowly, holding it between two fingers like it might detonate. There’s a picture of what looks like a computer mouse on the front. Only it’s not a mouse. I rip open the box, cheeks burning, and sure enough—it’s exactly what I thought. A vibrator.

I drank it but my thirst didn't seem to be quenched. Suddenly, my eyes widened as I looked at the box and the card that was now on the floor. This kind of symptom is undoubtedly an aphrodisiac. Every fiber of my body seemed to be on fire and looking for relief. "Natalia... you bastard." I was exhausted and even though I was weak, I forced myself to go to the bathroom. I don't know how I managed to take off my clothes only to find myself drowning in cold water.

She set it on the counter and take a paper-knife cutter to cut into the tape keeping it sealed. She drops the knife beside the box and opens it up. My eyes widen as the contents inside become visible. It's a lot of sex toys and I know it's stupid to be surprised at the number of toys in the box seeing as I'm standing in a freaking sex store. But damn, do people really make use of all these toys? In the box are all sorts of toys from dildos and vibrators to whips and paddles. Everything is in there. Someone could start their own BDSM fantasy room with only this box.

I have no idea what this could be but I'm certain it's not a wrong address. I took the note from him and quickly drew my signature. “Do you uh— do you know what's in the box?” He looked at me for a second, like he wanted to be sure of what I said. “Ma’am.” “I'm sorry!” I said waving a hand. “It's just that I order so many things at the same time, I lose track of what comes and when.” He nodded, like he understood me but was obviously uncomfortable. “It’s an eight-inch vibrating dildo, ma'am.”

I press into him, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling his heartbeat kick up under my palm. We leave the food forgotten on the counter. In the bedroom, the lamp casts a soft glow over the bed. He pulls the box from the drawer, opening it carefully. The toy is smaller than I expected—smooth silicone, curved, with a quiet little motor that hums to life when he tests it against his palm. My pulse thuds in my ears.

"I really hope we can be like real sisters from now on." "Go on, take it," Fenris urged. "She went through a lot of trouble for this." "Yeah, see what's inside," Caspian added. I mechanically reached out and took the glass box. But the second my fingers brushed the surface, a white-hot, agonizing pain seared through my palms. Liquid silver. The box was coated in high-purity liquid silver. My instincts took over and I dropped it. The glass box shattered against the floor, shards flying everywhere.

I have the package that was brought and it is on my lap. It seems not too heavy but also not too light too, I can not imagine what it could be. “Come on, open it and let’s see what’s inside,” Robert suggests and I nod with a smile of nervousness planted on my face. I rip the plastic that seals the box sealed and the sound startled Jake. Not making him scared, but making him laugh loudly. Everyone begins to laugh also, including Matilda. I then lift the lid of the box and I see about a dozen or more of the medication that I take or at least, used to take for my schizophrenia. There are also African-designed slippers in this box, it has a small tag that has my name on it.