Freya's face was a canvas of bruises and blood, the imprint of a slap stark against her skin. The female prisoner glared at her with venom in her eyes. "I'm asking you one more time. Are you going to confess or not? If you don't, I swear I'll break your hands so bad that you

won't ever be able to hold a pen again!"

"Go ahead... try me..." A defiant smile played on Freya's lips despite the threat, which fueled the prisoner's rage.

"Fine, you asked for it!"

Just as the prisoner raised her hand to deliver another blow, Kieran's furious voice echoed through the space, "Stop right there!"

The prisoner froze, turning to see Kieran, dressed sharply in a suit, striding toward them with a stormy look.

Bob struggled to unlock the cell, letting Kieran get in.

strands of hair scattered across the floor. Freya was slumped in the corner, barely conscious, her clothes torn, her body marred

turned to the prisoner and hissed, "Who told you

doesn't die,

further. "Bob, since when did we resort

Bob tried to explain, but Kieran had cradled Freya

Jarrett yelled when he saw how bad off Freya was,

interrogation. How did it turn

hospital,

to the

the prisoners his disappointment evident You were supposed to follow orders, not... That is beyond

prisoners fell silent, realizing the

a hospital bed, anxiously

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