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.

conscious, her clothes torn, her body marred with wounds, her right hand swollen and discolored from the abuse.

shocked, his face twisting in anger as he turned to the prisoner and hissed, "Who told

said as long as she doesn't die, it's fine?" the prisoner mumbled, fear creeping

expression darkened further. "Bob, since when did we

explain, but Kieran had cradled Freya in his arms, rushing her out of the

how bad off

was supposed to be an interrogation. How did it turn into

to the hospital, now!"

hurried to

the cell, Bob turned to the prisoners his disappointment evident You were supposed to follow orders, not...

realizing the

a hospital bed, anxiously watching the

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