Margaret hesitantly reached for the sex toy. Then immediately snatched her hand back. What in heaven's name was she doing?! Was she actually going to touch that thing?
She took a step back from it. It was almost like it was pulling her towards it, convincing her to touch it, to hold it. This thing was no ordinary dildo. This was something else entirely. It had some sort of influence over people's minds. And a few minutes ago, she saw what kind of influence it had on her husband. This thing was evil. And it was time to get rid of it.
She picked up the box, then hurried out of the room and down the hall.
