He kicked me hard in the chest. "You taught your daughter well."
I crashed heavily to the ground.
The sharp, searing pain briefly cleared the fog in my mind.
I stared at the video, heartbroken. "Elise, how could she? Didn't I do everything to protect her?"
Soon, the effects of the drug overwhelmed me again, clouding my sanity.
I lay limp on the floor, grinning foolishly, unable to control myself.
The video was only a brief recording and it was taken three days ago. My daughter’s current whereabouts were still unknown.
The mentor insisted that I might know where she had gone.
Enraged, Damien began to beat me relentlessly, showing no mercy even after I started coughing up blood.
"Tell me! Where is our daughter?" he roared, yanking my ear so hard I thought it would tear right off.
I screamed in pain. "I don't know!"
I really had no idea where she was.
I had not seen my daughter for a long time.
The people at this building said I had received too many negative reviews and that I would only be allowed to see her again after I accumulated 5,000 positive customer reviews.
For my daughter's sake, I had no choice but to take the drugs and serve the guests without rest.