"Let go of me!" Gwen blurted as Oswald heaved her into his bedroom, hurling her form on the bed. Gwen instantly bared her teeth at him, her hand lifted to strick if he got closer.
"What makes you think your little mastery is going to do anything to me, there's nothing more powerful than dark magic," He smirked, holding his hand up and Gwen saw the familiar ball of dark energy on his palm. "Now, it's either you lay back down and let me f**k you or we do this hard way, I don't mind,"
Gwen scowled. "Over my dead body!"
Oswald's eyes were obscured. "That can be arranged," He got closer to her on the bed while Gwen got ready to strick.
His aura shifted, and so did Gwen as an abrupt wind spiraled around her as a shield but suddenly, her body went flabby and a stampede of pain surge
