Gwen disdained her present situation but she told herself she could tolerate it, nothing lasted, she believed there would come a time she would be out of these chambers but what she despised the most and couldn't stand the sight of was the revolting look of ardor Oswald always gave whenever he shuffled into the room.
It made her squeamish, it caused aversion that such a person existed and the prick was Odessa's mate.
Oswald smirked at the sick look on Gwen's face. "What's with the face?"
"I want you out of my sight, that's the face. f**k off!" She screeched, sneering at him.
"For a prisoner, you have a lot of brasses but you know what, that's what I like about you, it's intriguing," he tsked and crossed his arms over his chest. "I didn't want to break the news to you like thi
