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Seeking solace, Millie retreated into Marcus’ embrace once more. Her pain was undeniable, exacerbated by the fearsome visage of the crab. She felt as if it were attempting to devour her.

Suppressing his laughter, Marcus observed this unfamiliar vulnerability in Millie, marveling at her willingness to unveil this facet of herself. It bestowed him with a sense of contentment, the intimacy of the moment deepening their connection.

Although she claimed to be terrified, her expressive eyes told a different story-a tale of her desire to sever the crab’s claws and trample upon it. Suppressing his amusement, Marcus hesitated no longer. He dared not delay, given her obvious distress. After all, her vulnerability was a testament to her trust in him.

Turning on the tap in the yard, he filled the sink with water before gently guiding Millie inside.

“Sweetheart, what are you up to?” Millie’s confusion was apparent.

With unwavering patience, Marcus reassured her, “Hang on just a bit longer, my love. When it encounters water, the crab will release its grip.”

“Can this method truly bear fruit?” Millie’s voice quivered, a delicate tremor betraying her apprehension.

Marcus’ actions proved to be the compass guiding them to success. As Millie’s ankle surrendered to the water’s tender caress, the crab, like a prisoner granted freedom,

within her gaze as she fixed it

the crab had clamped down bore the crimson badge of its conquest, a prominent bloodstain, and an undeniable swell that set it apart

the sink, Millie’s posture transformed into one of contemplation. She knelt, her gaze a steadfast beam upon the crab, her hand

the crab, perhaps sensing retribution in the air, brandished its mighty claws with swift

her actions swift and decisive, lest its clutches

the tranquility, stirring Marcus from his

her fear, Millie persevered, “Darling, do you prefer crabs steamed or fried?”

her chin resting daintily upon her hands, cast

might curtail my own? Yet, it was it that

felt like an eternity. Even in its absence, the ache endured,