“Please, please, I did nothing wrong! Please, spare me! I did nothing wrong!” A voice cried out as I peeked through the slightly ajar door of the study. I closed one of my eyes, trying to get a better look, but all I could see was a man kneeling on the floor, his hands bound behind his back. The smell of blood hung in the air.
I could see my father too, leaning on his desk with his hands crossed and his head tilted sideways as he stared at the other man with a scary smile. I was just about to leave when I sensed somebody watching me. My father’s eyes met mine and his smile grew.
“Mia.” He said, pushing himself off his desk. “Perfect timing. Come here.”
I hesitated if I should go in, but I was more scared of him getting angry at me for running away than fo
