Chapter 4

The kidnappers had mutilated my face so badly. He couldn't even tell who I was anymore.

Even after they stabbed me in the throat, I didn't lose consciousness right away.

These were seasoned criminals, infamous for some major cases years ago. Realizing they were done for, they unleashed all their rage on me.

They carved into my face at least a hundred times, each cut slicing all the way down to the bone.

They only stopped when my face was nothing but a heap of shredded flesh.

And it didn't end with my face. They slashed my arms, legs, torso,…