70 Ksenia

"Let go of me!" Linda yelled, her voice echoing with desperation as she kicked and screamed,  attempting to break free from the strong grip of the men holding her. "Olivia will be taken home safely. You don't have to worry about her," Raymond reassured her, his tone cold and detached. "At least let me hug her," Linda pleaded, her hands clenched into tight fists, her heart aching with the need to comfort her friend. But Raymond ignored her request, turning instead to the men holding Olivia. "Make sure she arrives home safely without any harm," he ordered, his voice devoid of any empathy. The men nodded in acknowledgment, dragging Olivia away from Linda's sight. With a heavy sigh, Linda watched as her friend was taken from her, a sense of helplessness washing over her. Turning her gaze back to Raymond, she felt a mix of anger burning within her.  “You really don't have a heart. You are heartless. A devil in disguise,” she spat. “You can call me Raymond. And when did