Screaming for them not to hurt her.
She was still asleep.
Still unaware.
Still untouched by the truth that was about to change everything.
I didn’t know then.
I didn’t know she was his daughter.
Not just a girl hiding in the dark... Someone I had no right to promise anything to at all.
Vasquez’s daughter.
His blood.
His inheritance.
My stomach twisted at the memory.
When I realized the truth—three years into my captivity in her father’s cellar—that the girl I had spent fourteen unforgettable hours with in that cave was his daughter... it tore something open in me.
It didn’t just hurt.
It unraveled me.
That realization nearly broke me more than anything they ever did to my body.
Torture I could endure. Pain I could survive. But this?
This stayed. This followed. This changed everything.
I swore that if I ever found my way out of her father’s captivity, I would come for him. I would ruin him. There would be no mercy for the man who took my life apart piece by piece.
But worse—
Worse than all of it—
Was the thought that one day I might have to choose between justice... and her.
Then fate decided to play its game.
Vasquez died.
A plane crash.
Just like that—gone. His entire family erased with him.
And me?
I was left behind.
Alive. Angry.
A sleeper whose teeth had been pulled before he could ever bite. Years of captivity, of stolen revenge, and in the end... the man who destroyed me died before I could take anything back.
No closure. No justice.
