“I’m begging, Bill. Please, let us go. And please, let me hold my daughter,” Zoe pleaded.

Her heart was almost broken because of the constant crying of her daughter, who Bea was holding. They give her milk in the bottle, but her daughter is still dependent on her—she’s breastfeeding the child.

How cruel will they be?

“B-Bea, please, let me hold my daughter! Let me go!” Her voice was cracked, trying to hold back her tears. “Let me go… let me go,” she said, almost whispering.

Bill just laughed while he could see her suffering. What a demon!

“That’s right. Feel my wrath, Zoe—Helios’s kryptonite that can serve to be...