It was unclear how much time had passed, perhaps half an hour, an hour, or even two hours?
Not until the sunlight outside had disappeared did that strange sensation finally come to an end.
Shaye Nicholas took a deep breath, straightened up her body, her beautiful petite face filled with an intense, indissoluble hatred.
Damn it... damn it!
Who was the cursed bastard that had set a trap for her?
Even though Shaye Nicholas, the formidable Dark Witch who had vast knowledge of the ages, had never heard of such bizarre magic.
Although she was afraid of pain, she could endure the pain from earlier, but what truly infuriated Shaye Nicholas was what happened afterwards, the peculiar reactions from her body which deepened her shame.
To Shaye Nicholas, it seemed like a deliberate mockery from the one who had set the magic trap.
