WHEN I opened my eyes, I was shocked after seeing that the room where I am staying right now was the same as the room that Joaquin brought me the first time that he kidnapped me. Just like before, both of my hands and feet were tied while I was sitting on a chair.
My tears suddenly flowed as I saw blood running down my legs. Carried by so much fear, I screamed several times.
"Joaquin! Joaquin!...Joaquin!"
"Where the hell are you, Joaquin!"
"You bastard!"
A few minutes passed before the door opened.
"Joaquin! Let me go! Have mercy on my child!" I begged in tears as I snorted and pointed to him the blood that continued to flow down on my legs.
At that time, I was so scared that something bad would happen to my child. I also don't care if I have to beg on Joaquin. The most important th
