Hell

His pov

That morning when I woke up, I saw my daughter getting dressed.

I asked her where she was going and she told me that she had a two days piano concert and that she was performing on the both days.

I would have gone with her today,but I already had plans so I promised her that I would go with her the next day.

I was trying to finally have a father-daughter moment with her regardless that she isn't my real child. I still wanted to make her happy and feel loved unlike how I was when I was her age.

I headed off today and I came back to the house after having a stressful argument with my grandfather again and I hear that she's been kidnapped or even worse killed.

At first I thought it was a joke because who in their right mind would want to think of kidnapping my daughter knowing fully well that I would cut the person in tiny pieces and feed their bodies and bones to dogs.

But then I realized it wasn't a joke.

First of all, Anastasia is barely 5 years old, kidnapping is a very tra