Almost 20 hours have passed since her calls were unilaterally cut off without any explanation, and the broken line of communication between them worries Becca deeply. It was useless for her to stay at her parents' house and wait for Freen's call, so she finally decided to use her car to go to Freen's apartment.

Even though she has bad memories of finding a human body that was deliberately placed on the hood of a car, that doesn't make her an excuse to come to the lieutenant's apartment and check if she was deliberately avoiding her summons by hiding there or if she really has business to deal with with the criminal. the profiler.

She has a spare key that Freen entrusted to her the first time Becca set foot in the unit, so don't be surprised if she can freely enter and leave the unit as if it were her own. But don't worry, Becca is not a sassy person. She will not enter carelessly into other people's private areas and will not take something that does not belong to her. She herself already had an idea of what she would do if Freen really wasn't in her apartment.

First; she might be waiting in her own room, doing whatever she can do like sleeping or thinking about something while enjoying the view from the balcony. Second; waiting in the dining room accompanied by instant noodles and bitter coffee.

In the end, Freen was indeed not home. Becca didn't see the shoes she usually wears when traveling in the shoe rack by the front door. The unit was also quite hot and all the lights were turned off, so it was obvious no one had been in Freen's unit for quite some time. Apparently Freen wasn't lying. She exhaled, unable to hide her worry. Finally she turned on all the lights and air conditioning because she too seemed to be waiting in here until Freen came.

Becca decided to check her room. No particular reason, just wanted to make sure her stuff was still in place or not—an old habit. And sure enough, all the personal belongings she left behind were still in their original places. Nothing has changed. The bed and the balcony covered with thick curtains no longer interested her so she decided to head out to the dining room to make instant noodles and a cup of hot coffee.

While waiting for the water heater to emit hot steam and ring loudly as a sign that the water in it was boiling and ready to be poured, Becca pulled a dining table chair and sat comfortably on it. The phone was already in her hand and she was checking all incoming notifications which had made her phone vibrate abysmally in the car so she had to drop it into the seat so that the sound wouldn't bother her ears anymore.

Most of the notifications came from Irin and Noey. They contacted her many times and sent a sufficient number of short messages that she could not see an excerpt of the message on the notification screen. Becca snorted, actually a little annoyed, but on the other hand she was also curious what made these two co-workers need to contact her like a debt collector.

She opened one of Irin's messages and ignored the rest, skimmed through it and placed her phone on the table wide-eyed. What did I just read? She must have misread the sentence sent by Irin, right? It often happens because Becca has a habit of speed-reading all texts sent to her, so she also often experiences these kinds of mistakes. All right, calm down and read slowly. Now Becca took her phone and began to read messages from Irin more thoroughly.

But even though she had re-read the text message more than five times, the content remained the same and had not changed. It meant her eyes weren't playing games with her so whatever she was reading right now was an indisputable fact. And it was a fact that the commander and her teammates—Saint and Heng—had disappeared without a word since last night.

She is used to getting sudden news such as the discovery of bodies, missing people, reports of robberies, or other things that describe an emergency situation where she needs to act quickly to come to the location and carry out her duties as a police officer. But for some reason, the news she got now actually made her weak and frantic half to death. Becca indeed had a grudge and hate towards Heng and Saint after what they did yesterday. But still they used to be co-workers so the news had made her body cold for a split second.

She accidentally kicked the chair she was sitting on back and made a sound loud enough to jump over to the counter and turn off the water heater before turning around 180 degrees, grabbing her jacket on the clothes hanger and walking towards the door. She felt partly responsible and wanted to get to the office as soon as possible to inquire about Saint and Heng's disappearance to other colleagues. Maybe their disappearance is related to the serial murder case that she experienced so maybe she will get new information including bait that can lead her to the killer.

However, it wasn't the empty passage that appeared before her eyes when she opened the door. But the figure of a tall woman clad in a black coat and matching turtleneck standing there, blocking her way out without any desire to move even a bit. Suddenly, this sudden meeting made the two women scream in surprise and almost hit each other. The woman in the black coat is worried about the robbers breaking into her apartment, while Becca is shocked to death by the woman's grim reaper like outfit without her machete.

The woman in the coat was the first to notice that the person in her apartment unit wasn't a mugger so she immediately pulled her hand away and stretched it forward to give some distance so Becca's punch wouldn't hit her in the face. "Hey, hey, hey, it's me!" she stammered. The large bag that she carried on her shoulder sagged down to her arm, but she quickly adjusted her position. "Becca? What are you doing in my apartment? How-"

"Freen?" the young Armstrong gasped. She didn't think that the woman dressed like a winter magazine model in front of her turned out to be the woman she had been waiting for one whole day. "Fuck! Where have you been? I waited for you one whole day!"

Freen exhaled. Who would have thought that after traveling for an hour earlier, she would be given a light welcome in the form of shouts and slaps that almost removed her light make-up? The long-haired woman finally stepped in, not wanting to make a scene in the apartment corridor because it would only attract the attention of the neighbors and make her name bad for being seen as a woman who is rude to her partner.

It was only after closing and locking the door that Freen took off her shoes and replied, "I was with Mind all day. Didn't I tell you already?" she put her shoes on the shelf and she swung her legs towards the dining room. She placed a large bag slung over her shoulder on the dining table. She also took off her coat and hung it on a clothes hanger in her room.

Footsteps sounded loud behind her, she already knew who it was. "At least, don't turn off your phone. I'm having a hard time contacting you!" again Becca spoke grumpily. Seeing the short-haired woman pouring out her anger just because she couldn't reach her, Freen couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. Feeling laughed at, Becca retorted fiercely, "What are you looking at? Want me to stab your eyes with chopsticks, huh?"

See? The fierce Rebecca Patricia Armstrong is back, Freen ruffled her hair and chose to take out all the things that were in her bag. Becca walked over, now standing across the table and still looking at her with a sinister look. "I'm sorry, okay? I deliberately turned off my phone because I didn't want anyone to disturb me.

Becca hissed in annoyance, "Bugging you from what? From work? Don't you know that Saint and Heng were missing since last night? Oh, of course you don't know. You turned off your phone."

"Uh-uh, I don't want anyone to disturb me because Mind and I are busy cooking for someone special," Freen just nodded casually and took several tupperware boxes out of her bag and placed them neatly on the dining table. It seemed she still didn't understand Becca's words just now. Until finally, her hands suddenly stopped moving and that was a sign that she had understood the situation that was happening. "Wait, what did you say? Saint and Heng are missing?" she asked.

"You—"

"They deserve it anyway. Why bother worrying," Freen said.

"Gosh, you're absolutely right. They deserve it after what they did to me and I understand that. But, don't we still have to check whether their disappearance is related to this serial murder case that we are handling?" Becca answered again. Now she couldn't stop thinking about Freen's thoughts—usually that woman always gets excited when faced with a case. But this time she became too relaxed, even tend to underestimate.

Becca's gaze then fell on some tupperware boxes that Freen had placed on the table. She couldn't see what was inside because of the dark color, but to be honest, she really wanted to know what she was carrying. Cook? Seriously. At a time like this?

"I know it. But I thought you'd come over to my place and meet me to talk about something?" Freen's words made Becca realize her purpose in coming here and waiting for this woman to arrive for hours. She wanted to speak right now, ask all the questions that needed answers in her head. It's just that, she has a scale of priorities that need to be rearranged.

Speaking of which, when it comes to priorities... Saint and Heng had already fallen to the bottom of the list a few days ago so she shouldn't need to feel panicked and should take a heavy responsibility for their disappearance. After all, the Bangkok regional office's police personnel weren't just her and Freen. So just let the other, more competent members take care of the two of them for now.

With that question, Freen won their brief argument and Becca sighed as a sign that she also agreed with what Freen said. Instead of dealing with the two missing people they already despised, it would be better for them to stay here for a while and clear up all the questions that occurred after the incident at the police station yesterday.

"You can sit. I'll prepare dinner," Freen said. The woman used her chin to point to an empty chair Becca could occupy while she carried several boxes of tupperware to the counter and opened all the lids. She arranged the contents in a container and put it in the microwave. "It just needs to be heated up, so it won't take long. You know, it's very special because I cook it myself with a special blend that I've been using for the last few months. No one can cook it like me." She explained enthusiastically to Becca while waiting for the microwave to heat the food she was cooking.

Becca got up and took two clean plates. She placed the two plates near Freen. "So because of this you disappeared for one day?" she said.

"Yes. You just got out of the holding cell and I want to prepare a surprise." The long-haired woman smiled faintly. "I know we'll be talking a lot so we can do it over a simple dinner."

Oh, Becca didn't think Freen would do that kind of thing for her. It was... too romantic and she didn't think Freen was showing that she had that kind of side to her at all.

The sound of the microwave clinking is a sign that the dish they have been waiting for is ready to be served. Freen took special gloves to remove the stainless steel saucer she used to place two pieces of meat in the microwave. Becca offered to help her, but she refused and begged Becca to just sit down because technically, she was a guest here. So Freen felt she should serve her guests well.

Becca couldn't fight anymore and she finally obeyed Freen like a child ordered by her mother. She returned to her seat and watched Freen who was busy with a faint smile. How would it feel if every morning I saw her cooking dinner?

Freen placed the two plates now filled with the dish of meat and sauce that smelled delicious on the table—one for Becca and one for herself. She also filled two glasses with mineral water and placed one in front of Becca. The short-haired woman whispered a thank you and Freen returned it with an intoxicatingly sweet smile.

They sat facing each other and Freen was the first to slice up the roast and pop it into her mouth. She seems to really enjoy her own cooking.

"You can start," Freen said.

"Nattanan Chamroon," Becca began cautiously. She deliberately hasn't touched her food and only grips the knife and fork tightly in her hand. In front of her, Freen who was originally slicing meat suddenly stopped what she was doing and immediately looked at her as soon as that name was mentioned. It's true that Freen has quite a special relationship with that name. Evidenced by the way she quickly got distracted when Becca said the name out loud. Finally, not wanting to waste any more time and misstep, Becca continued cautiously, "Nattanan Chamroon. Who is he?"

Freen fell silent for a few seconds with her eyes closed. She then opened her eyes again and resumed cutting the meat with the knife and stabbing it with the fork before putting the soft pieces into her mouth. "He is my biological father. But we are not together anymore because he hanged himself after killing my mother."

Becca almost choked on her own spit when she heard it come from Freen's mouth. She reflexively cleared her throat, trying not to make too many responses so the conversation could run smoothly without a hitch. She looked up, finding Freen's face calm as she started talking about her past. Not the slightest trace of sadness and sorrow radiated on her face—it seemed she had prepared herself for a moment like this and maybe... she had just let it go.

Before asking again, Becca sliced a large piece of the grilled meat with the sauce that was served to her. The moment the piece of meat touched her tongue, she reflexively muttered. It tastes good, maybe a little weird because the texture of the meat feels different from the usual beef. But still, this dish deserves five thumbs up at once.

"Are you sure you want to talk about my past?" Freen asked first. Only then did she realize that the meat on Freen's plate was almost gone and only one mouthful was left. "Actually I'm embarrassed to tell this and... this is going to be a slightly sad story. Is that okay?"

"I want to know more about you." Becca nodded firmly.

Freen chuckled, appreciating Becca's sincerity. "My father committed suicide because his company went bankrupt. Through the notes he kept in his personal safe, I know that the bankruptcy happened because his company was cheated by his own close friend. Once we were very rich, our company managed to dominate the market for many years. Maybe it was because of my father's co-workers who wanted to destroy the career he had started from scratch and wanted to seize all of our property, he did various manipulations that caused many investors to no longer place their trust in our company."

Freen gave herself pause to moisten her parched throat with mineral water. It was only after she felt that her throat was no longer itchy, she continued her story, "Chankimha Enterprise is a large company that manages many other companies under it. I don't know how it works, but if you draw it on a chart, my dad's company looks more like a parent company. The person who betrayed him is a director in a subsidiary of Chankimha Enterprise. He provokes the directors of other subsidiary companies by slandering my dad that he is committing massive corruption and intends to cut large amounts of funds. That's why they teamed up to destroy his company until he was in big debt."

The woman popped the last piece of meat into her mouth, chewed it for a bit then swallowed. She took the glass that was still half full and finished it in one gulp. "By the way, the provocateur is still alive today. His company, which was originally only a subsidiary of Chankimha Enterprise, has now grown rapidly to become the largest multinational company in the country. How ironic."

"Since the death of my father and mother, I grew up in an orphanage. My drastically changed life was hard and it wasn't easy, but I won't go into that part because it would be too long. In short, I was adopted few years after I was living in the orphanage. They are still my adoptive parents to this day. Right now, my father is a high ranking police officer and my mother is a justice of the supreme court. It's because of them that I can be here now and not end up killing myself like dad." Freen exhaled. She tapped her glass on the table. "Because of them I also had the opportunity to avenge my familiy to the people who made our lives suffer."

"Freen... I... I'm sorry," Becca lowered her gaze. She felt guilty towards Freen for making her remember all the old wounds that shouldn't be recalled. One hand stretched out, then held Freen's hand which was still holding the glass—trying to make her feel better. "Did you manage to avenge your father?"

The lieutenant shook her head slightly. "For now, not yet." she replied.

"I once found a photograph in my father's office. In the photo, my father and Mr. Tharn are very close. Even on the back of the photo there is your father's name written on it and his signature. Don't you know that our fathers were good friends before?" Becca asked again, deciding not to pry into Freen's past anymore.

Unfortunately, the woman seemed speechless by Freen's words—rather confused. Freen clearly didn't know what kind of answer she needed to give, because... she didn't even know what Becca was getting at herself. Her father's friend? How could she know! Her father is dead.

"I did meet dad's friends at inter-company meetings. But that was when I was very young. So I don't remember at all," Freen finally answered with some hesitation. Turns out it's true that Freen and I have met once in a while, Becca thought to herself. "But if your dad has the photo, then it's very likely that they were colleagues before." Freen continued. "but I still don't know why being the daughter of Nattanan Chamroon is such a grave sin that Mr. Armstrong slapped me in the office."

"I'm sorry for what my father did. That must hurt your feelings," Becca tightened her grip on Freen's hand, stroking the back of her hand gently with her thumb. "She's just overprotective because... you know why."

The Chankimha nodded in understanding. "No need to apologize. I can understand it. Just... next time don't hit me in public like that."

Becca smiled awkwardly. "I'll talk to him, don't worry."

All the answers to the questions in her head now had their own answers and Becca felt that this QnA session was enough. Apart from not wanting to make Freen bring up the past, she also wanted to stand up to get cold water from the refrigerator. Earlier she accidentally chewed chilies and mineral water didn't help at all. Becca isn't a big fan of spicy food—no, she hates it. So it's clear she won't be able to stand the slightest bit of spicy sensation on her tongue now.

She got up and walked to open the refrigerator. Faintly she heard the sound of a chair rubbing against the tiled floor, followed by the sound of footsteps and human air getting closer to her. Suddenly she felt the hairs on her neck prickle. She really didn't like being trapped in a situation like this, it felt like she was being stalked by someone who could potentially hurt her.

Her fear began to swarm into her consciousness like ants. She knew the person behind her was Freen, she shouldn't be afraid, right? But as hard as she forced herself to muster up the courage, the greater the fear grew. Her hand that was holding the bottle was shaking, even when she brought the tip of the bottle closer to her mouth, the vibration caused a bit of the water to spill and wet the sweater she was wearing.

"Freen, don't do that." Becca bit her lip and slowly closed the refrigerator. She turned around to check if Freen was really nearby or if she was just hallucinating. But, just halfway through, she suddenly felt someone else pushing her body so that her back was pressed against the kitchen counter.

Freen. It's really Freen.

She doesn't know what the woman was thinking and planning now, because she still remained silent and trapped Becca with her arms and her taller body. She was immobilized and could only grip Freen's arms, but those grips seemed to mean nothing to the lieutenant. "What are you doing?" Becca whispered and Freen didn't answer. She just stared deeply at Becca's brown irises, and it made her knees weak.

Becca knew she was at a disadvantage when Freen started to move her face closer. Of course she couldn't do anything but keep cursing in her heart because the tempo of her heartbeat was getting faster from time to time.

Getting closer, Becca could feel Freen's warm breath on her face. The distance between their faces became more and more eroded and she didn't understand—why she started to close her eyes and tilt her head slightly, anticipating what Freen would soon do to her. What's gotten into her now? It felt like she was no longer like the usual Rebecca Armstrong whenever Freen was near her. At a time like this, Becca should pull her face away and distance herself from the woman in front of her.

But she didn't even move and instead started using her left hand to grip Freen's arm—for whatever purpose, her body moved on its own without orders. And finally, a split second later it did, sending millions of volts of electricity through every vein and making her reflexively tighten her grip on Freen's arm.

Freen kissed her.

Becca let out a soft humming sounds when those soft lips started touching her own. Her body suddenly got goosebumps and her heart began to move wildly in her cage. She couldn't describe the taste, because the touch of Freen's lips was faint and showed hesitance to go any further than that. But Becca could feel her warmth—and, damn it, she wanted more of this.

Freen was the first to end their kiss. The woman pulled her face slightly away from Becca's, but still close enough that they could feel the heat on each other's breath and hear the soft moans they released with each exhale. Freen's pupils look wider than usual and Becca feels pulled into the dark world, she is made helpless and God, Becca loves it.

The short-haired woman probably wasn't very experienced in these kinds of things. But she was smart enough to understand that Freen wanted to do it again from the way those dark irises looked directly at hers, how Freen licked her lower lip and left it slightly open, and how those two eyes occasionally looked down as if she was asking permission to crush her. and made those lips her own.

But seems quite patient and appreciates every second of time that is missed. She thought, they have all the time in the world so what's the rush?

Becca took a quick breath and subconsciously held her breath inside as Freen's left hand slipped from her arm, up her right shoulder, past her exposed neck, then stopped on her jaw. The woman held Becca's face so she couldn't look away. She wanted Becca to look at her, only at her. Freen's touch on her neck and jaw sure felt like hellish torment for Becca—it was hot, very hot. That made Becca wonder, what should she do to get the heat off her skin? Let Freen touch it or what?

"What are we doing?" Freen whispered in front of her. Her voice became sexier as she spoke with a bit of hoarseness and a deeper tone than usual. Looks like that made Becca even crazier because Freen could see her struggling to swallow her saliva.

"I... don't know," Becca answered quietly. "friends shouldn't kiss."

Freen mumbled at Becca's answer. She chuckled lightly as she rubbed her cheek with her thumb. At first she only touched her cheek, but the longer the touch became closer to her lips and even now she stopped right at the corner of Becca's lips. "It should be. But... do you like it?"

Becca didn't answer vocally. She just stared deep into Freen's eyes and slightly lifted her chin. Freen understood the gesture and she could only smile crookedly because Becca looked so cute when she begged for something. Without thinking twice, Freen immediately complied obediently. She kissed her pink lips softly and crushed them. Becca sighed softly at the change in movement made by the woman in front of her, like it or not, she had to follow suit.

While their lips were clinging to each other, Becca's hands, which were originally just silent at her sides, now began to take part in the hot game. She threaded her fingers behind Freen's neck and pulled her closer to her, closing the distance between them and making their forebodies clashing each others.

Becca let go of her lips with a gasp to take a breath. She could feel her lips wet from exchanging saliva, and she didn't mind that. She had indeed enjoyed what they were doing—all the kissing and intimate touching that was done at each other's will—but when they stopped kissing and started looking into each other's faces, something hit her brain like a hail of stones.

Is it okay for them to do this? Does Freen also feel the same way about her? Those two questions kept spinning around in her head and it made Becca close her eyes in frustration. It was only a few days ago that Becca realized that she actually had feelings for this lieutenant and it felt... it was a little farfetched. Remembering how their initial meeting left a bad impression, Freen's dark past, and her sometimes unpredictable attitude—Becca didn't think that she could fall in love with someone like this.

But the closer their relationship became, the more Becca opened her eyes so that she could see that what Freen did to her was the reason why she could fall in love. The lieutenant always tried to protect her from harm, whenever they encountered a problem, Freen would always strike up a conversation between the two and work together to come up with the one way out that was most advantageous. All the attention and affection she gave her made her weak, and unknowingly... Becca let it all consume her alive.

Everyone deserves a second chance. And Freen is also one of them. Even though she had done something she shouldn't have, judging by her actions and her strong desire to change to become a better human being, Becca felt it was appropriate to give that woman a chance to start her life again—and this time, Becca would ask that she be with that woman. as she develops into a better human being.

"Freen," it's now or never. "I... maybe this sounds weird and too fast for you. I'm also not very good at stringing good sentences to convey what's on my mind. But I hope you will understand and think carefully about what I'm saying," Freen looked at her gently and nodded slowly. Her thumb touched and wiped the rest of the saliva from Becca's lips. "Freen, I... I love you."

Becca immediately looked the other way—anywhere, as long as it wasn't at Freen because she didn't want to see how she looked when she heard that she had a crush on her. Her face heated up, and the sensation radiated immodestly down her cheeks to her ears. She knew that her face and ears were red right now, but wanted to swear because she couldn't do anything to hide it.

The woman in front of her was still stunned. She didn't seem to expect Becca to say that to her face. It was obvious that Freen seemed at a loss as to what to answer, so Becca gave her time to organize her thoughts by not saying anything but touching and playing with her slender fingers.

"I didn't expect you to say that first," Freen finally answered. She smoothed Becca's hair down and covered her face. "I thought you weren't interested in this kind of relationship. But... I'm glad you finally said it." Becca just opened her mouth, about to give another answer. But she ended up not saying anything because Freen suddenly hugged her tightly. "I love you too, Rebecca."

Freen's answer made her heart feel warm, as well as relieved. She had expressed her feelings and had received a reply—it was the most beautiful blessing she had ever received. At least, among all the disasters she is currently experiencing, Freen and her expression of love can be a reinforcement for her. Becca drowns herself in Freen's arms. She didn't want to let go, in fact she didn't mind being in her arms until dawn.

As long as it was with Freen, she would be fine. Because right now, Freen is her strength. And she was sure of it.

"I love you," Freen whispered. And in response, Becca wrapped her arms around her body. She could feel Freen's hand slipping away from her body for a split second before she felt the touch again. I don't know what she was doing, maybe fixing her hair or shaking a bug? But she didn't care. More importantly, Freen was still there to spend the night with her.

She may think that something good is finally coming to her after all the bad things she's been through. It had made her drop her awareness of her surroundings so that in the end she couldn't predict what would happen next which might be the turning point of her life.

"Freen—!"

Becca flinched—something sharp suddenly stabbed her in the neck. It feels hot, sore, aching, all the pain combined into one. She didn't know what it was, but exactly a few seconds later she felt her body turn very, very cold and finally... couldn't move. Even her joints felt like they were frozen and hurt a lot when she forced herself to move.

What happened? What did she do to me? Becca tried to open her mouth. But unlucky, her voice refused to come out so she could only emit meaningless hoarse sounds that humans couldn't understand. Freen. Don't tell me if you— oh, Becca doesn't want to jump to conclusions, Becca doesn't want to see. Freen was still hugging her tightly and didn't move.

"Calm down, babe," after a moment of silence, Freen finally spoke. And right at that moment, she pulled out a sharp object which apparently was a syringe that she deliberately stuck into Becca's neck. Slowly, Freen let go of her arms and made Becca's body immediately limp on the chair. "Now, everything is safe. Thank you for believing in me all these years, Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. It's me, your monster."

Becca's eyes widened, filled with terror and fear. It turns out that the person who has been around her is the psychopathic serial killer and stalker who has destroyed her life so far. For a moment Becca couldn't think of anything but Freen. Why can she be like this? Why was she able to sneakily hide her other true self? And why did she dare to play on her psychological condition and feelings just to commit a series of sadistic murders?

Becca can't even think about what will happen to her after this, whether she can be saved or not. Because all that's on her mind right now is Freen Sarocha Chankimha—the serial killer who has been a fugitive in first degree for months.

The young sergeant grimaced. She wanted to scream really loudly. Asking why Freen would do such a mean thing to her. But it was useless, she couldn't make a sound or even move—her body was completely paralyzed. Only her eyeballs are still functioning properly. Then, what about her mind? True, Becca felt that it would not be as easy as she thought. Because behind Freen's body, slowly appeared a large black shadow resembling a terrible monster with sharp teeth ready to pounce on her.

She started hallucinating. The black monster was the manifestation of a human-shaped monster standing with a wide grin and smug glances at her—that's right, she was a demon, a monster, a devil, whatever cursed being that could be compared to that lieutenant.

"Did you enjoy your dinner, princess? I hope so. Because I prepared the menu with the best meat and cooked it with the utmost care," Freen glanced at the empty plates on the dining table. There was indeed no meat left on the plate and only red sauce and untouched green lettuce. She looked back at Becca, gave her a meaningful look, "different from chickens and cows. Believe it or not, human flesh has thinner fibers and requires special care when cooking it. If it's even the slightest bit wrong, the meat will fall apart and be inedible," Freen paused. She enjoyed the change of expression on Becca's face—she was getting more and more scared and Freen really enjoyed it, "what you ate just now was thigh meat. Fatter. That's what makes it more savory and delicious. So how do you like it?"

"Grrrgghhhh!" Becca tried to scream at the top of her lungs. But alas, it wasn't a sentence that came out of her mouth, but a random growl that couldn't be translated.

Now she wanted to vomit. It was as if a ball of hot iron had been forced into her stomach, it moved wildly inside and made all of her stomach's contents stir up and start to rise up into her esophagus. But it was as if something was holding her back from expelling all of her stomach contents, something she didn't know, seemed to have blocked her throat and made her choke.

Never did she think that in her life she would eat human flesh. So far she had only seen it in movies or drama series that showed crazy people eating human flesh like they were used to it. In the show, human flesh looks very different from meat in general. But what Freen serves is almost no different from the meat served in a typical restaurant.

Now her mind was already muddled. The drug that had left her paralyzed had also begun to impair her ability to think and her ability to control herself. Now, she could only cry. Her heart ached, it hurt so much. Her chest was tight and painful. She thought Freen was someone who could heal her when she was hurt and down like this. But it turns out that woman is like a monster without a heart who treats her like a toy that can be played whenever and however she wants.

She could no longer hold back her tears and at that moment, she cried silently. Seeing that her prey had actually been destroyed, Freen couldn't help but feel extremely pleased. do you feel it? Do you feel the pain of being crushed to nothing? She touched Becca's chin with her forefinger and lifted her face so they were face to face. At this close, Freen could see the stream of tears on the sergeant's face and the sad look on her face. Beautiful. It's a shame, a face as beautiful as this will soon be unrecognizable.

The sound of low laughter sounded faintly in her ear. It seems like her consciousness has begun to be covered with hallucinations and the effects of the drug Freen injected on her body. Slowly, her eyes began to close and it became increasingly dark. Just before her eyes closed tightly, Freen walked over and crouched down in front of her. The woman brought her face closer until their noses almost touched and said viciously, "There's no need to rush. We have plenty of time to talk, just us and no one else. I know you have a lot to ask so... let's settle things before we both die."