Chapter 32. Freya Is in a Bad Situation

Freya’s POV

“Do you think I’d just let you go?” he sneered, his grip on my chin tightening.

Dread settled deep in my chest. What am I going to do?

I started shouting desperately, hoping someone, anyone, would hear me and come running. “Help! Somebody help me!”

But the man’s smile only widened, dark and satisfied. “No one is going to hear you, sweetheart. I made sure of that.”

I stared at him in horror. “What…? What kind of demon are you?” My voice cracked. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you sweetheart,” he gazed lustfully at my bare shoulder and the exposed lace of my bra, slowly licking his lips. “I want yoir body, a taste of you. You must really know how to fuck don’t you?” A wave of disgust surged through me. I clutched the dress tighter against my chest, crying harder as I tried to cover myself.

“Please… please leave me alone,” I begged, tears streaming down my face. “I didn’t do anything to you.”

He ignored me complete