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."

fell silent, as if even the

on the screen, his

kept her

just leaned back,

would let the daughter go,

almost an hour,

first thing she did

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

"Does it hurt?"

speak, just tilted

stopped in his

"Are you blaming me?"

"No."

don't want to see you and our baby in harm's way. I'll find a way to

this,

smelled the scent of blood and

that tonight's Forbidden Island was chaotic, and that lan must have done a lot

She just felt heavy-hearted.

memory of Lillian was of someone strong and gentle, who, no matter what happened, would hold her

face, and speak softly.

she

was greatly influenced by

up safely after Lillian had been gone for so many

"lan, where is this?"

person from Forbidden Island toldabout it. Dylan and

battleground. I'm not confident I can

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