135 Don't touch that place

The voice of the woman from before suddenly rang out: "Master, those servants are looking for the young master. I'm afraid our guard team won't be able to hold out for long."

Hearing that, Amleth was angry. She tried to stand up: "Hold on a little longer..."

"Yes…"

Amleth rushed towards Lathel, her hand grasping the handle of the scissors and squeezing hard.

The scissors blade immediately approached Lathel's little finger, then, when the scissors blade touched it, a little blood flowed out.

"AAA!!!" Amleth fell backwards; she lay on the floor, struggling violently as if being electrocuted.

"Noo!!! AAA!!! Why?! Why?! Why can't I get a finger from him?"

"Just one finger, just one finger... why?!!"

Amleth screamed. She dug her nails into her hair, her eyes red with anger, and her large breasts rose and fell with each breath.

She tried her best to slowly crawl towards Lathel with her still-trembling body.