My eyes are saucers in my head. My face a frozen mask of trepidation. My mouth hangs open in a silent scream, gaping like a fish out of water; the very thing he’s so clearly committed to demonstrate. My pupils dilate at the sight of the new object—yet another chain, adorned with clamps.

My ears perk up at the sound of them clinking against the quiet. Without him even saying it, my entire body tenses as my back caves, my chest shrinking away from it instinctively.

Frost reaches for something in his pocket, and I can see his arm twitch with something akin to…to…excitement.

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