Bar.

Seated in his sleek grey BMW in the parking lot, Bruce dialed a number, frustration evident in his voice.

"The pills seem to be having an effect. But why would her father resort to such extremes? Is it not utterly absurd to try to control an adult in such a manipulative manner?" Bruce's irritation was evident on his chiseled face and stormy eyes.

How could a father stoop so low as to exert such control over his own daughter? To dominate her life and subject her to physical abuse as if she were a stranger? Did he possess any atom of a conscience in him?

"Just continue giving the pills to her daily for the next five days. I believe you'll notice a change in her behavior. Her submissive demeanor is not natural. It's one thing to cower before abusive parents as a child, but it's entirely different when an abusive parent strips away your rights as an adult, leaving you powerless except to shed tears. It's truly disturbing," a composed voice advised from the other end of the line.