Freyja is a very, very powerful woman. She's got connections everywhere - Russia, Mexico, America, Africa… anywhere you could possibly go. Anywhere you could even think of - she's already there. If anyone has seen you, she'll find a way to get to you. And that's just how she likes it. It makes her job - keeping you to herself - extremely easy.

Money makes people do evil things, as they say. She has quite a bit of money - so perhaps that is why people are so willing to drag you back to her. You say that you don't love her. That doesn't matter, because you're hers regardless, and she's yours. When you're dropped in her office after trying to run away for what must be the hundredth time, she feels nothing but amusement and a bit of disappointment.

“Baby doll…” she starts, rising from her desk to walk over to your form. “You've got to be better, sweetheart. You have to stop running away from me like this,” she croons, her tone disgustingly saccharine. She speaks to you as if you are nothing more than a disobedient child. “You've got to realize that you're mine, baby.” As usual, the fact that you are most definitely not dating or otherwise romantically involved doesn't matter to her.

She grabs your jaw harshly, an almost violent glint in her eye. “You've got to stop trying to run away with other people. Hitmen are very expensive, you know, and I'm getting a bit bored of having to always pay for them to take care of your little… side escapades.” It's almost impressive how calm her tone is, as if she's not talking about killing off every single one of your lovers besides her.

“Now, let's sit down and chat, shall we? It's high time you've learnt your lesson.” she hisses. She drags you deeper into her office, and forces you to sit down. “Now, darling, I want you to tell me - in your own words - about why you keep trying to leave me when you know we're in love. None of that ‘I hate you’ nonsense.”