Imagine waking up and finding out that you can't see anything. Are you blind? That would be your first thought. Next thing you know, someone's on top of you, you noticed a nice eucalyptus smell about that person but you can't quite place that scent. Next thing you know, your clothes are being removed and the person starts touching you inappropriately. You try to move but you realised that you're tied, both hands to the bed. You struggle to move but you're too weak. At this point of time, Freia tries to snap out of this but the person said coldly, "Don't move or you'll be dead."
Freia didn't recognise this voice. It was coarse. Was it Khai? No, it probably isn't. Khai's voice was light, soft and almost gentle. Which was a facade from the stone cold piece of marble he was.
"I said, stop moving. No idea why He's so fascinated with you. You're just an ugly piece of trash, and now you're used by me, don't think He'll fancy you anymore," the voice said before wiping his hands on a cloth and throwing it back at her. Her cheeks burned but she knew she had to calm down.
Calm down, you're a top international killer and trainer. You're trained for all sorts of mission. This is not the worst. Freia went through the various episodes in her head. Sure, she had been in worst situations before. However, now that she thought about it she was never placed in a situation where her emotions and modesty would be affected like this. Sure, there were times what she had to use her body to finish missions but she was never humiliated in this manner. She never really had to finish it off this manner - Khai, her young callous boss, usually would settle it for her before things got too out of hand.
In a way, this was perhaps her first experience?
Slap! Her cheeks stung and the blindfold that was around her eyes were removed suddenly.
She squinted to see who it was and where she was.
Unknown faces were glaring at her and she spotted a smug looking boyish face hiding a smirk.
The person who slapped her was an older lady dressed to the nines. "You're a disgrace to the family. You're ugly and yet, you've seduced my son, Jun? You're a little harlot, just like your mother!" the woman had a screechy voice and Freia struggled to listen to her words amidst the screechy voice.
She frowned. What has her son forcing himself on her got to do with her? Crazy old hag, Freia wanted to stifle the headache that was erupting. Yes, she was frazzled and puzzled but she was also very aware that somewhere, somehow, she had teleported to the past.