After I Died, Dad Dissected Me

After I was kidnapped by human traffickers, my father, a forensic pathologist, was taking care of his first love's daughter.

As I was being tortured, I begged him for help. He said I was a compulsive liar and hung up.

Later, my body was found, and he performed the autopsy himself.

I can't wait to see the look on his face when he realizes the body is mine.