Freya's head felt dizzy, and her whole body was hot. She wanted to tear off her clothes. In her daze, she vaguely heard two men talking.
"Wow, this woman is really pretty. Her little face is soft and fair. Such a waste letting her fall to us," said a sleazy voice.
"Exactly! Can you believe Trina drugged her just so we could have our way with her? And she even paid us each with a big bill," said another rough voice.
"Why else? She likes Brian, but he married a countryside girl. Jealous, obviously!"
"Freya, don't blame us. Blame Trina! Hurry up, she might wake up soon."
Freya forced her eyes open with strong willpower. In front of her was a short, filthy man with a face full of yellow teeth, grinning as he reached to pull off her clothes. He reeked, and she almost gagged from the stench.
Hmph. Trying to overpower her? That's like throwing dried fish into a river, asking for death.
In the first year of the apocalypse, a guy once tried to take advantage of her looks and make a move. She chopped off his limbs and threw him into a group of zombies. She watched him get eaten until nothing was left.
After that, no one ever dared to mess with her again.
Freya quickly punched Malvin twice in the face, then kicked him hard between the legs. While he collapsed to the ground, groaning and clutching his crotch, she glanced at the droplet-shaped birthmark on her wrist. She used her mind to take out an antidote pill from her space and swallowed it.
Thankfully, her strength-type power and her space still existed. Though her power seemed to have dropped to level one, it was more than enough to deal with these two thugs.
Even at level one, she could still lift three to four hundred pounds easily.
The antidote pill was something she learned to make from an old Chinese medicine doctor after the apocalypse. In exchange for her protection, he taught her everything he knew.
When making the pill, she had added spiritual spring water, making it not only neutralize poisons but also quickly restore her body to normal.
The other man, tall and skinny with a face full of pockmarks, Shun, hesitated when he saw Freya awake and so fierce. If things got loud, it could get serious. In those days, being a thug was a real crime.
But when he saw her pretty eyes and soft pink face, his lust flared up. He lunged at her with a creepy grin.
"Come on, baby, just give in to me. Or don't blame me for being rough! Malvin, hurry up, let's take her together. No way this little brat can stop us both!"
Freya quickly rolled to the side. Shun missed and crashed to the floor, face down.
Without mercy, Freya kicked his shin hard. A faint cracking sound followed, and Shun screamed in pain.
"It hurts! You little witch! I won't forgive you!"
He rolled around on the floor, clutching his leg and cursing her.
Freya looked down at him coldly and scoffed.
"Not forgive me? You're like a sparrow fighting a rooster. Know your place."
Then she raised her foot and stomped on his already broken leg.
"Ahhh! It hurts! I was wrong, Freya! Goddess! Please, forgive me! I'll be your slave!" Shun screamed, tears and snot streaming down his face as he begged.
Unfortunately, Freya didn't react at all. To her, trash like this didn't deserve to live. But she wanted to slowly torture them before killing them. Otherwise, it would be too easy for those two thugs.
On the other side, Malvin felt like his lower body was about to be destroyed. The pain was so intense it became numb. In a moment of anger, he stood up despite the pain, grabbed a thick wooden stick from the ground, and swung it at Freya's head.
"You filthy bitch, you dare kick my family jewels? I'll teach you a lesson, you slut!"
Freya spun around, raised her hand, snatched the stick from him, and kicked hard at Malvin's head. He flew into the wall, then slid down. He lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, unable to move.
Freya frowned in disgust. Too weak. She quickly stepped back to stay far from Malvin. A puddle of liquid slowly spread out from under him.
Suddenly, her ears twitched. She heard the two men behind her begging for mercy and shouted coldly, "Shut up! One more word and I'll kill you!"
Malvin, terrified by her deadly stare, covered his mouth with both hands and shook his head frantically.
Shun curled up like a shrimp, trying to make himself less visible.
Freya ignored the two scumbags. The room went quiet. She closed her eyes and focused on the voices outside.
In the bushes not far from the door, two women were whispering.
A young girl's voice:
"Trina, are you sure you drugged Freya? There won't be any accident, right?"
"Of course I did. I put the drug into her porridge with my own hands and watched her drink it. Then I lied and told her there were fish here. She loves meat, so she followed me. But the dose was too strong. She fainted on the way, so I carried her into that old shack."
"Relax, she won't wake up for a while. It's dark and hot tonight. Everyone's tired from working all day. No one will be walking around. And just in case, I even got some strong aphrodisiac from my brother and added it too. He said this kind of drug makes even a proud woman act like a whore, taking her own clothes off and jumping on a man."
"When Freya divorces my brother-in-law, you'll be his wife. Only someone like you deserves Brian, not that flirt who only knows how to seduce people."
An older woman's voice, sharp and getting louder as she got more excited:
"Trina, quiet down! Don't let anyone hear you!" Trina got nervous. There were still people living near the cattle shed.
"What's there to be afraid of? That shack is close to the cattle shed. Do you know what kind of people live there? No one wants to come near it. Even if someone hears something, those people wouldn't dare talk. And even if they did, no one would believe them. A bunch of criminals. Hmph!"
"Good, now go get someone! I'll stay here and watch! Malvin and Shun have been inside for a while now. I heard some noises earlier, so it should've already started!"
Trina urged her, eager to get it over with. Then she could marry Brian.