NIGHTINGALE

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I was trapped. My arms were pinned down, my legs were tied to restrict my movement and my father hovered over me with a sneer on his face.

“Did you really think you could escape from me, Nightingale?”

I tried to scream for help but then I realised that I was also gagged. There was nothing I could do and no one to help me. My whole body shook and I felt tears flow from my eyes as I saw his eyes leave my face to rove over my body.

His intentions were written plain as day on his face. He inspected me like I was a piece...