Twins and Ex-wife

Chapter 448 Freya with Wolves

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

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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.