The mentor noticed and rushed over to snatch the phone from me.
My daughter clung tightly to the mentor’s legs, trying to hold them back. She shouted at me to call Damien quickly.
The mentor struck her hard in the back with her fist. She coughed up blood, but she still did not let go.
I finally managed to get through to Damien.
Through tears, I begged him to come and take us away. I told him that both of us were being abused here.
Unfortunately, he never showed up. He was vacationing at the beach with Veronica and her son.
All he did was make a single phone call to check in with the training team here.
The mentor sent him a video of me shouting and lashing out.
The footage had been edited. Its beginning and end were cut away.
They made it look like I was being unreasonable, impossible to discipline and constantly cursing at people.
Damien flew into a rage upon watching it.
He told them to punish me harshly and not to worry about my identity.
That night, my daughter and I were stripped naked and forced to kneel in the freezing courtyard. We begged for mercy more than a thousand times.
The memory still burned in my mind. I even trembled whenever I thought of it.