ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER

Do you like it Clara?

Ansel's grin was more of a smirk, his hazel eyes glistening with mischief.

His voice had a husky quality as he offered up the gift box, his words challenging. "This is my little gift to you," he said, chuckling. "Open it, if you think you can handle it." His jaw was set, the muscles of his arm tense as he held the box steady.

Clara gave him a suspicious look, she was a little reluctant at first but she soon accepted it, thinking to herself that he must be playing some kind of games with them.

Her hands skillfully unlocked the little box and a little red button came into view.

Clara’s grip on the gift box relaxed, releasing a breath that she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding.

Her chest rose and fell with the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing. She turned to Ansel with a mix of dissatisfaction and disgust showing on her face.

"I always knew you had no usefulness." Clara was about to throw the red button on the ground when she felt him hold her wrist with a tight grip.

Kelvin,