Your Pain

This was an iron box. It was smooth on all sides, looking like a flat, polished rectangular prism. "Is this made of iron, or...?" Chloe reached out to touch the iron box, her face full of curiosity. "I don't know." Lana Lang shook her head. She merely glanced at the iron box before looking away and pulling out her phone to make a call. Beep beep~ After a brief busy signal, the call quickly connected, and Clark's voice came through the phone. "What is it, Lana Lang?