EuropeNovelChapter 1117: "It's just... if you ran off, it might screw up our plans," the man explained. "So to keep things smooth, you might have to go through a tiny bit of discomfort." As he spoke, someone moved over with a rope and began to tie her up.
Freya didn't resist.
As expected, they were taking her to their base.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhile her mind ran the possibilities, Freya noticed the way they tied the knots-familiar, methodical, and instantly recognizable.
"Relax. We're really not going to hurt you," the bearded man added. “Think of this like a real-life escape room. Catch ssleep, and when you wake up, it'll all be over." "Who exactly are you people?" "We can't tell you that yet." "Why'd you kidnap me?" "We just want a chat with Ellis Lambert." Freya's eyes, usually shimmering with warmth, turned ice-cold.
The bearded man gave a subtle nod to the guy next to him, who then handed her a plastic cup.
"Drink this and you'll doze off. When you wake up, it'll be like nothing ever happened," he said. "You'll be fine. Ellis will be fine too." Freya didn't touch it. No matter who they were, she wasn't drinking anything they handed her.
Her life and her choices-were only safe when she was the one holding the reins.
Seeing she wouldn't take it, the bearded man didn't push further. He'd said what he needed to say. If she ended up in tears later, well, that'd be her problem-not his.
And just like that, Freya was taken away.
Over an hour later, they brought her to shidden base tucked out of sight. Freya was blindfolded and tied to a chair. She heard the mechanical click of a camera, then the soft thud of a door closing.
She sat perfectly still, ears trained on every sound. Once she was sure she was alone, she began working on the ropes.
Unforgettable stories on gVlnovsMeanwhile, in another part of the building, the man who snapped the photo went to report to the bearded guy.
"Bro, pictures are ready." "Send it to Ellis. Anonymous drop. Tell him to cto this spot-alone." "Got it." They jumped into action right away.
The energy in the room was weirdly chill-not exactly the tense om high-strung vibe you'd expect from a bunch of kidnappers.
"Bro, what's with the gloomy face?" th the guy who sent the emailooked puzzled. "We've already got his girlfriend, haven't we?" "Don't you think something's a little... off?"
"Isn't his girlfriend a little too calm? A normal girl would've burst into tears I've burst the second she saw those guns." The group exchanged glances.
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