Jonathan screamed, squirming from her clutches—Of her hands, one immobilized both of his with conjured handcuffs of ice while her other choked him.
His clothes were rather shredded and threadbare, revealing the ripped body, which had several lacerations and reddish bruises from his fair skin.
"What robust lot." Mystique drew her face close to his chiseled jaws and sneered in pleasure, seeing how his now pale face was in agony.
Unfortunately, tears were seen as he coughed hard, which had the witch laughing.
"I'll suck the damn out of you, be grateful!"
Nathalie was livid. Thoughts began to surge into her mind when her head boiled out of rage.
But only one word registered in her mind and uttered nonetheless.
"Violeta!"
A mere word that struck the witch and caught her off guard. She stared blankly, letting go of Jonathan.
This was an opportunity for him, which hurled her away from him.
