He held a knife to my throat and covered my head with a sack.
"So, you're Neil Ford's daughter, that bastard!"
Then, I was locked inside a small dark room, enduring inhumane torture every day.
Their methods were horrifyingly cruel, causing me unimaginable pain.
I begged and pleaded, saying I was sorry, asking them not to hurt me anymore.
But they replied that being Neil's daughter meant I deserved to die.
They were so ruthless and strong that I couldn't break free.
Later on, the criminals gave me a chance to make a phone call for help.
They handed me a phone and said that if my father came to rescue me, they would let me go.
As I dialed my father's number, I could hear the background music playing on their end, celebrating a birthday, along with Yoko's cheering.
"Dad, can you come and save me? I..."
But my father said, "I've already told you that you're not my daughter anymore. If you want to die, die far away! Don't bother me anymore."
He hung up the phone, and I could only hear the beeping sound.
As a result, the criminals thought I was useless and intensified their torture to me.
Dad, it hurt so much.
When I was being tormented and abused by them, where were you?