Buzzzz~
A sharp hum sliced through the kitchen's quiet, buzzing close to Freya's ear like an insistent insect.
Her hand shot up instinctively, slapping at the air, her composure cracking for a split second.
"What is that?" she snapped at the annoying sound, her voice sharp behind the eye mask, blue eyes glaring uselessly into the dark.
Kael's voice slithered back, smug and teasing, a sneaky smile audible in his tone. "Just some toys I picked up to play with. You might get bored waiting for those ribs, so it's my duty to keep you… entertained."
Freya's jaw clenched, her palms gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, knuckles whitening as she braced herself.
The ribs bubbled softly in the covered skillet, their smoky aroma a faint anchor, but Kael's words were a warning—she knew his twisted games were about to escalate.
She was ready for the worst, her will iron.
Bring it on, you perverted bastard.
