Demonise POV:

“ I was afraid and weak. I couldn’t do anything when they started to torture my father. “ He said with a slightly trembling voice. I held his hand tighter, trying to let him know that I’m here, ready to listen to him.

“ There are three tall men and one man who keeps on telling them what to do. I was hiding under the bed, holding my mouth, and trying not to make a sound. “ The pain can be heard from his voice. The hatred echo's to my ears, as if it was just a present happenings.

I wanna interrupt him but I can't. My heart...