A kiss after torture

Freda’s POV

“Shut down fuck up Freda!” Hardin yelled as I tried to explain to him that the situation wasn't what it seemed like. The fear that coursed through me was indescribable. As the water dripped from my body, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my hands trembled uncontrollably.

At that moment, everything seemed to move in slow motion. The droplets of water fell from my wet hair, creating a symphony of tiny splashes on the ground. But instead of finding solace in the familiar sound, it only heightened my anxiety.

“Stay the fuck away from her Andre,” said turning his attention back to a bleeding Andre, I was surprised Andre didn't make any effort to hit him back. He just stood there and let Hardin humiliate him.

I could feel the cold sensation of the water trailing down my skin, goosebumps prickling along my arms. It was as if my body was trying to physically shake off the fear that had taken hold of me. Each drop of water seemed to magnify the intensity of the situat