C57 The Escape

Sonya could feel the grip of Marquise getting tighter on her neck.

‘The power of this old witch, I can’t encounter her.’ Sonya tried to pull Marquise’s arm out from her neck. ‘I can’t breathe…’ She tried to take some air into her lungs.

She was nearly desperate to dig her claws into Marquise’s skin but the old witch’s skin seemed as hard as a steel