Anya’s P.O.V.
I was sitting in front of my father in that torture cell of Sylvester. It was just a small room with no windows filled with stinky smell of blood, urine and foul air. I first scared after seeing the horrible condition of my father but soon this feeling for him left my mind and heart. He was looking so pale and skinny. He had lost his charm and colour of the skin. He was totally drenched in his own blood. He had a long beard and long hairs now. He was unconscious and I was waiting for him to wake up.
Sylvester asked me so many times to leave the place but I refused. I wanted to see the hatred my father had for me in his eyes again. I wanted to see how pathetic he could be while spatting his venom on me. I wanted to see his disgust expressions for me.
“You don’t
