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.

was gruesome, with blood splattered everywhere and strands of hair scattered across the floor. Freya was slumped in the corner, barely conscious, her clothes torn, her body marred with

shocked, his face twisting in anger as he turned to the prisoner and

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

since when

tried to explain, but Kieran had cradled Freya in his arms, rushing her

how bad off Freya was,

to be an interrogation. How did it

hospital,

to the

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

realizing

Freya on a hospital bed, anxiously watching the doctors take her into surgery. His heart

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