"This box, only I can open it," Annabelle Pinto said, "If you want to take the box, you must take me with you."
Stella Durant hesitated for a moment, then quickly made a decision.
She crouched down, came to Annabelle's side, grabbed one of her arms, and placed it over her own shoulder, then helped Annabelle stand up by holding her shoulder.
She casually picked up the suitcase beside them.
She hurried toward the exit.
However—
As soon as she reached the door, Stella Durant felt a sharp pain shoot through her palm, and then up her arm, causing her to let go as if she'd been electrocuted. With a thud, the suitcase fell to the ground.
Ignoring her own arm's condition, Stella Durant looked down at the suitcase and was shocked to find that the handle she had been holding was already deformed, the outer shell loosened, revealing a densely packed, 360-degree array of needles, leaving no dead angle.
"Damn it!"
Furious, Stella Durant kicked the suitcase.
