Chapter 33

Freya gulped in fear, her eyes wide with shock, horror plastered on her face. Her worst nightmare had found his way back into her life.

How did he find her?

Desmond stood firm, his threatening demeanor triggering Freya's PTSD. He fixed Freya with a cold, intense stare, his eyes blazing with growing fury.

Without thinking twice, Freya shook her head vigorously and breathed a silent “No”, then began to retreat, taking a few brisk steps backwards, away from Desmond.

However, Desmond caught her by her arm with one hand, gripping her tightly. With much force, he pulled her closer to him, stopping her from running away.

“Desmond”, Freya said with a shaky voice, her heart racing with anxiety as she struggled to squirm free from his grip.

Desmond grabbed her second arm with his other hand, digging his fingers deep into her skin, causing her excruciating pain.

“Let go of me, you're hurting me!” Freya exclaimed, squirming in discomfort as she scanned the room, hoping someone would