I don't know. I was moved to a new facility, doubtless he had many fail-safes installed for when I failed to listen to him. But the biggest one, that collar I wore... he hadn't put it on me, yet.

It doesn't matter, though. I never considered saying no. If I had... [Every ounce of emotion that she had felt earlier in the day came rushing back. It took everything in her power to swallow it down, at least until she finished speaking.]

I should have took whatever he doled out. He wouldn't have killed me -- I was all he had. Not as a daughter, but as a weapon. He wouldn't have sacrificed that. No matter how much pain I was in for refusing, I still would have lived through it.

And then... they could have too.