On the day I was kidnapped and tortured by traffickers, my father was accompanying the trafficker's daughter during her prenatal check-up.
I asked him for help, but he said, "It would be best if you were killed! My nemesis! It's not enough to kill your mother, but the sound of the nemesis moved the fetal air! Stay away from me!"
That night, my father was urgently recalled by the TV station and asked to go to the scene to report on the most brutal murder case in the city in ten years.
He tearfully condemned the murderer in front of the camera, but did not recognize that the deceased was the daughter he hated most.
