Sometimes she would try to flee a dozen times a day, but the man's torment was like a cat toying with a mouse, watching her

struggle just for amusement.

So, the initial dozen attempts dwindled to seven or eight, then to five or six, and eventually to twice a day.

Now, it had been a whole year since she last thought about escaping from this place, which was exactly what the man intended.

Cynthia listened to the man's voice, ignoring him.

But he continued, "Don't you want to know where your daughter is?"

At these words, Cynthia's eyelashes fluttered.

Her hand, which had been hanging by her side, twitched, and her gaze shifted to a fixed point.

The man's voice echoed in her head as if it were emanating from deep within her bones.

"Where is she?"

These days, she had only spoken one word, and that was the curt "Scram" she had told lan's man.

Her voice was very hoarse.

"She cto see you, tried to take you with her, but she's in over her head."

Cynthia's eyes were downcast, and it took a long tfor her to compromise, "Please let her be."

basement fell silent, as if even the surrounding machinery

man's fingertips paused on the screen, his face filled with

her safe pretty

leaned

he would let the daughter

for almost an hour,

thing she did upon

held her in his arms and used the corner of his shirt to

"Does it hurt?"

just tilted

in his

"Are you blaming me?"

"No."

to see you and our baby in harm's way. I'll find a way to get your mom out

saying this, he strode

of blood and

was chaotic, and that lan

She just felt heavy-hearted.

who, no matter what happened, would hold

face, and speak softly.

she conveyed were

character was greatly influenced by

how could she have grown up safely after Lillian had been

"lan, where is this?"

toldabout it. Dylan and Abner's men are waiting for us

is a battleground. I'm not confident I can keep you

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