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."

spoke, the entire basement fell silent,

man's fingertips paused on the screen,

kept her safe

said nothing, just leaned back,

he would let the daughter go,

almost an hour, and during that

did upon waking was

arms and used the

"Does it hurt?"

just

his

"Are you blaming me?"

"No."

harm's way. I'll find a way to get

this, he strode

the scent of blood and

chaotic, and that lan must

She just felt heavy-hearted.

of Lillian was of someone strong and gentle, who, no

face, and speak softly.

messages she

character was greatly

how could she have grown up safely after

"lan, where is this?"

from Forbidden Island toldabout it. Dylan and Abner's men are waiting

a battleground. I'm not confident I can keep

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