There were around seven to eight men, dressed in black uniforms. Valerie was sitting on the chair, her mouth was taped, and her hands were tied with ropes. Two men were holding a gun against her forehead as they watched me with a calm gaze.

My gaze remained on Valerie, and my heart dropped. Her forehead was banded, but I could still see frozen blood against the bandage. Her eyes were swollen from her cries, and her lips were dry. Even her body looked thin now.

They hurt her. They fucking hurt ...