The nightmares came in full force. One after the other. Memories of the past. The pain and suffering. Sitting in that metal chair as my father did everything he could to break me. Enzo nearly succeeding, as he recreated what Father did. Except without the boundaries. I felt myself slipping. My heart shut down as I sat in that chair, tied up with leather straps on my wrists and ankles.

I could not move or to run. I could only endure the torture being done to me. No matter how strong I was. No ...