Hitting her

Freda's POV

I sat there on the chair with my hands tied to the armrest and gagged. I tilted my head to look at the men dressed in black, holding their guns. I could still not believe the scene that played in front of me. Andre had kidnapped me. But why? I asked myself. My heart skipped a beat as it wandered off to the fact that Hardin had asked Andre to do whatever he wanted with me. Am I that meaningless to him? I asked in my thoughts.

I grunted, trying to free my hand, but the knot was too tight, and I could not move my hand. I started to breathe fast as I raised my head to look at the man who was watching me trying to free myself. I rumbled as I tried to talk, and just then Andre walked in with a smirk on his face.

“Stop trying to hurt yourself, young lady. You cannot free yourself. Except if I decide to free you. No one else can.” He said, and I tilted my head to give him a stern look. Why the hell are men like this? Having a double personality and being so good at expressing bo