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Part 60 : The True Enemy
Diolinda has been missing for a week without a trace. The police have searched everywhere in the city, but there is no sign of Diolinda.
It's been a week since my mom accompanied me at home to just cheer me up, even though I know that my mom's heart was also broken knowing Diolinda had disappeared.
In my sad days because Diolinda disappeared, the terrors reappeared. No, this time it wasn't like that horrible incident.
Like this morning, I got a message from a different number.
Xxxxxxxx : your daughter was stubborn like you, she was even willing to not eat a bit when I only gave her rat innards.
I'm sick of reading that message. I cry. I can't imagine my youngest daughter being forced to eat rat's innards. What a savage human.
I keep crying every time I read the message from the kidnapper. He even sent me a video showing Diolinda's current st
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