C37 Chapter thirty seven

Red in anger, I took the painting off the wall and hurled it on the floor. The sound of the crystal hitting the ground was earsplitting, yet the damn cursed object didn’t break!

I placed it underneath my shoe and stomped on it as hard as I could, but the object was as stubborn as its master. Madame Long’s face was what I imagined as I attempted to crush it like an angry bull