The two people made their way to me.
"STOP," I shouted but no matter how much I struggled it was of no use. They did not take me seriously. I knew I was no competition to them but I still felt bad. How could I not understand the situation?
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "All I did was to look up to you. You were like my father. But you tortured my mother. You tortured her so much. You sent her pictures of me."
Davis moved his hand as the men stopped. I was placed on a chair where Davis looked at me as if I was still dumb enough to not understand the situation.
"You were a child who was always curious. You just did not know when to stop." Davis said with a smile. "At Least it is a good thing that I love your eyes. They are just like my wife. And I am thankful that you are not as stubborn as her. Or I hope you do not."
