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Freya's body stiffened, and the foot that had been lifted could not be stepped down.

No one likes death.

No one wants to die in such a miserable way if they can still have a breath.

Freya wants to live.

Even if she knew that, after a short time of living, she would still have to face death, she did not want to, in

advance, step into the abyss of hell.

When he saw that Freya was no longer running forward, Abel slowly withdrew his gun. He waved his hand at his

men, and two strong men rushed forward and held Freya down fiercely.

Abel's eyes were dark and cold as he surveyed Freya, he thought that the person Regina wanted him to kill was just

a beautiful woman, he didn't expect that this woman had a bit of resourcefulness.

However, in the face of absolute strength, the so-called resourcefulness simply cannot completely turn the tide.

Learning a lesson from the near escape of Freya, Abel had his men tie Freya's hands and feet in knots, he did not

believe that she could still make any waves after they had tied her up.

Abel took Freya directly to the Great Green Mountain to feed the wolves.

These are the same wolves that Jacob raised when he was in Europe. In the past two years, when Jacob had to

temporarily focus on his home country, he brought over some of his favourite wolves.

As Freya was designated by Regina to be fed to the wolves, Abel still called Regina first when he threw Freya into

the forest to feed the wolves.

"Abel, you have caught Freya, haven't you?" There was a clear excitement in Regina's voice, not at all like that

reserved and elegant worldly beauty.

"Yes, Freya is in my hands now." Abel answered truthfully, "Miss, I will soon send Freya into the forest to feed the

wolves, do you want to come over and watch?"

"No need." Regina actually wanted to go over and admire Freya's tragic state of being torn apart by the wolves in

particular, but she had less than an hour before her surgery and she couldn't be distracted.

There was something in Regina's heart that she regretted not being able to see Freya's tragic death with her own

eyes.

After thinking about it, she hurriedly instructed to Abel, "Abel, help me take a video. I want a video of Freya being

torn apart by the wolves."

Taking a video couldn't be easier for Abel, he naturally wouldn't refuse Regina, "Don't worry Miss, after Freya is torn

apart by the wolves, you will receive the video." After hanging up the phone, Abel returned to the direction of the

car, he opened the door of the trunk and directly dragged Freya down from it.

Abel originally wanted to throw Freya directly into the forest, but thinking that Freya would be torn apart by the

wolves without having to struggle with his hands and feet tied like this, which was too unattractive for the beauty of

death, he thought about it and had the rope on Freya's body untied.

It's not that Abel is cruel by nature, it's just that when he has more blood on his hands, his heart gets cold. When he

sees a person die a horrible death, he doesn't feel the slightest bit of pity, he prefers to see a living person who,

after struggling in pain, is still not saved and can only die.

Abel slowly walked up to Freya, the aura on him, clear and noble to the point, "Freya, do you know why I had to get

the rope off of you?"

"Why?!" Freya asked subconsciously.

"Because, I'm certain that you can't escape the wolves' claws." Abel spoke in an unhurried manner, "It's

meaningless to let the wolves tear you apart! I'd rather see you struggling to find a way out for yourself, but in the

end, you'll still be torn apart by the wolves in despair!"

"You are sick!" Freya couldn't help but speak, "You're a murderous maniac!"

Abel did not speak immediately; he lowered his face and glanced at his hands.

The hands, which looked so clean and soft, had more blood on them than he could count.

"Right, you've fallen into the hands of a murderous demon, don't want to live!" Abel did not refute Freya's words as

he said.

No one is born willing to have blood on their hands, but those of them who have come from the field of the

tormentor, who do not kill and stain blood, will only become the dead souls of others.

"Bah!"

Freya continued to spit viciously at Abel, she knew that she would definitely not survive today, but even if she died,

these people who had harmed her would not want to have a good time.

Freya knew that if she struggled, if she resisted, she would only die a worse death, but, she did not resign to it!

Freya grabbed the bag in her hand, and with all her strength, she slammed it hard into Abel's body.

Abel's face didn't change as he dropped Freya directly to the ground.

Freya's face was so painful that it changed shape. With her skills, she actually had no problem dealing with one or

two ordinary men, but Abel's skills were so terrifying that she had no chance to even fight back before she could

only lose in a single blow.

Abel leisurely withdrew his hand, he lowered his eyes to look at his hand, as if to check, whether his hand had been

soiled by Freya.

"Freya, if I were you, I would not waste my strength, but wait meekly to feed the wolves."

"Fuck you!"

Freya was so angry, "You freak!"

The expression on Abel's svelte face froze, and for the first time, he was actually blocked from speaking by a

woman.

He didn't bother to continue the nonsense with Freya, he turned his face and his eyes coolly swept over his men,

"Send her to the woods ahead!"

The wolves of Jacob are kept separately in captivity, and the one in captivity in the forest in front is one of Jacob's

favourite wolves, Reo.

Before sending Freya into that forest, Abel let her enjoy a good show first.

Reo had just caught a sheep which, in the blink of an eye, was in tatters under its sharp teeth.

Looking at the vast expanse of scarlet blood in front of her, Freya's stomach churned and she kept dry-heaving. She

dared not think that next she too would be like that sheep, torn to pieces by a ferocious wolf.

For Freya's reflection, Abel was very satisfied, "Freya, enjoy yourself."

After saying this, those two men of Abel's threw Freya into that forest.

Freya had never dared to think that she would one day be in such close proximity to a wolf, and she tried hard to

calm herself down, but her legs, still, could not help but tremble.

The only thing she was thankful for was that the wolf, which had just preyed on its prey, should not immediately

rush over and tear her apart since it had had its fill.

Freya wanted to escape, to climb out of this enclosed forest, but the fence was too high for her to climb out.

She kept praying in her mind that the wolf wouldn't notice her and that it would be better off being propped up by

the sheep; against her wishes, it spotted her anyway and lunged at her.