058: Panicking

"So, have you decided yet?"

Onyx sneered at the question, struggling with the hands that held her back from ripping out Oswald's throat, wanting badly to get rid of the smug smirk on his stupid face. "You should try again, bastard. You are in the wrong cell!" she growled at him, baring her teeth.

Oswald swiveled and sauntered toward her, he leaned down to her height. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Have you gotten prettier, Onyx? You don't look your age, your mate is one lucky man," He enunciated, trailing the pad of his finger on her jaw.

Again, Onyx snarled. "What have you done with Gwen?" She mandated. Onyx always knew there was something off about Oswald, yet she never glid far, brushing it as nothing, now, she wished she had dug further, she would have found what she wanted but right now, it was pointless beating at a dead horse because Onyx was going to put the bastard in his place.

Oswald sneered, patting her hair. "You will probably never see her again