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Camille

I roll my head to the side and groan. Someone strokes my cheek, and I open my eyes.

At first, my vision is hazy, but when everything comes into focus, I find myself staring at a gray concrete wall. The light around me reminds me of the kind you'd use for a storage room.

My cheek is stroked again, and I turn my head to find Dad hovering over me. He has a long beard, blood-shot eyes, and his face looks like someone did a number on him.

We're on the floor, and my head is nestled in his lap. It takes me a moment for my brain to connect and remember. Remember all he did and what he took from me. My family and my life.

The instant I remember, I scream and jump out of his hold.

"Get away from me!" The panic in my voice is mixed with rage and fear.

"Camille, please."

I back away into a wall, crashing hard against the surface. Then I notice the real problem we've found ourselves in.

We're in some sort of cell, and while I am free, there are chains attached to Dad's ankles, keeping him