"Little bitch, you did that on purpose, didn't you?
Shameless little whore, is that how you help people up?
Hurry up and come help me up!"
Fang hadn't noticed that the door had already been closed by Freya.
She sat on the ground, rubbing her sore nose and knees from hitting the floor hard, all while cursing Freya.
Freya lowered her eyes and looked coldly at Fang's bossy attitude. Suddenly, she smiled.
"Old whore, who are you yelling at?"
"I'm yelling at you, you jinx!
Don't you know how to open a door gently? You made me fall!"
Fang cursed back immediately, not even realizing she had just been insulted too.
Freya… damn it, she got the upper hand, but it didn't feel satisfying!
Freya didn't bother arguing. She went straight to action.
Slap slap slap Freya leaned down and slapped the chubby Fang more than ten times!
Her hand felt greasy afterward. How long had Fang gone without washing her face?
"Ow, it hurts! You bitch! What are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Freya ignored her. She raised the whip in her hand and struck it hard across Fang's plump and vicious-looking body, covered in patched clothes.
"Ah!" Fang couldn't dodge and took the hit directly. Her face burned with pain, and she screamed, clutching her face.
Her eyes were full of hatred. "You bitch! You hit my face! I'll kill you!"
She was ten years older than Brian and even had a child from a previous marriage. She believed it was her face that had helped her seduce him. If it got ruined, she was finished.
She charged at Freya, baring her teeth in fury.
"Hmph, kill me? You must be looking for death, right?
You're like lighting a lamp in a toilet—you're asking for it!"
Freya looked at her with disdain and didn't even move. A regular person trying to challenge a power-user? That's like a sparrow picking a fight with a rooster—completely overestimating herself!
Freya struck again with several lashes of the whip, aiming straight for Fang's mouth. This foul-mouthed dog needed to be taught a lesson.
"Don't spew filth in front of me again. I can't stand the stench." Freya looked at Fang clutching her broken teeth, wanting to yell but not daring to. That miserable expression made her secretly pleased.
She loved seeing people hate her so much but still unable to do anything about it.
Freya sat down on the wooden bed without a care, crossed her legs, and casually played with the long whip in her hand.
Her cold, beautiful eyes glanced lightly at Fang, who was crouching on the floor crying in pain while covering her face.
An amusing idea popped into her head.
She had just arrived and didn't have any underlings yet. This woman would now be her slave. She was going to use her, then finish her off.
"Clean yourself up and get out to make breakfast. I'm hungry!
Don't try to cut corners. You have one hour. If I find out you tampered with the food, hmph!"
Slap slap slap Freya didn't use the whip this time, but slapped her face hard again.
It was a bit dirty, but slapping someone's face really was more satisfying!
Fang touched her swollen face, glared fiercely at Freya, and started throwing a tantrum, slapping her thighs as she sat on the floor.
"Why should I be the one to cook? Everyone takes turns! It's your turn today!"
"I won't go! If you have the guts, kill me! Come on, kill me!"
"Because I feel like it. Because I can crush you like an ant."
"You're not convinced, huh? You want to die?"
Freya lazily glanced at her. Looks like she didn't hit hard enough.
She stood up and slowly walked closer to Fang, with a cold, slightly wicked smile on her face.
"You—what are you doing?" Fang looked at her getting closer and nervously swallowed. She quickly covered her chubby face and stepped backward, trying to get away from Freya.
Suddenly, Freya grabbed her neck with one hand and easily lifted her nearly 200-pound body into the air.
Fang reached out, trying to grab Freya's hand from her neck, but Freya quickly dislocated both of her arms.
"Ah!" Fang screamed in pain, but because her throat was being squeezed, only weak sounds came out.
"You want to die so badly? Fine, I'll help you with that! Don't worry, you'll see the King of Hell soon!" Freya stared at her purple face without any emotion.
"N-No… don't want to die…" Fang shook her head with difficulty, barely making a sound.
"Will you behave from now on?" Freya didn't let go and calmly asked.
"Y-Yes…" Fang struggled to say.
Only then did Freya let go. Fang dropped to the ground with a loud thud, and the floor even shook.
Freya expressionlessly watched Fang sitting weakly on the ground, clutching her neck, coughing non-stop, and gasping for air like a fish out of water.
For the first time, Fang truly felt the fear of being close to death.
She looked at Freya's cold eyes with terror and stammered, "I-I'll cook!"
"Have you had enough? Still want to talk back?" Freya asked calmly.
"I give up, I give up. Freya, I don't want to die. I'll listen to you. I won't talk back anymore. Whatever you ask me to do, I'll do it. Cough, cough…"
Fang lowered her head as tears dripped onto the floor. She was really terrified. In that moment of choking, she truly thought she was going to die.
"I don't care if you truly give in or if you're pretending. If it's real, that's best. If you're pretending, you better hide it well. If I notice, I won't be happy. And when I'm not happy, others won't be happy either. Now go cook. Also, return the money you took from me. Not a single cent less."
Freya reattached Fang's dislocated arms without much care, gave her a blank look, and sat back on the bed.
She didn't really care about that bit of money. During the end times, there were plenty of unclaimed treasures lying around. People were too busy trying to survive to care about heavy things like gold and silver. She liked shiny pretty things, so she collected them. She never lacked money.
But that didn't mean others could take advantage of her. Especially someone who was responsible for the original owner's death. Since Freya now occupied this body, she wouldn't let the killer keep the original owner's money.
"Yes, I'm going, I'm going now." Fang crawled and stumbled toward the kitchen.
Suddenly, Freya twitched her right ear and stood up from the bed. She heard two men talking outside, and one of their voices sounded familiar.