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

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

“Baby doll…” he starts, rising from his desk to walk over to your form. “You've got to be better, sweetheart. You have to stop running away from me like this,” he croons, his tone disgustingly saccharine. He speaks to you as if you are nothing more than a disobedient child. “You've got to realize that you're mine, baby.”

He grabs your jaw harshly, an almost violent glint in his 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… escapades.” It's almost impressive how calm his tone is, as if he's not talking about killing off every single one of your lovers besides himself.

“Now, let's sit down and chat, shall we? It's high time you've learnt your lesson.” he hisses. He drags you deeper into his 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.”