Isadora's life has been a series of unfortunate events. Raised in the presence of an abusive father and tragically losing her mother due to the resulting trauma, Isadora finds solace in distancing herself from her once cherished religious beliefs.
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As I sped through the dark forest, my blood boiled with rage and fury.
I should have been there to protect her, I should have been there to protect my family. My mother and siblings suffered under the hands of my abusive father, and I was too blinded by my own ambitions to notice. If I had been there for them, I would have been able to get rid of my father's tyranny.
But now, there was no time for regrets. As I arrived at the abandoned warehouse where they were being held captive, i got in and saw that they had tortured him already.
"Figlio.... Please don't do this, I..I.. I am your father" he pleaded but I was far beyond human to listen to him.
I grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall. He begged for mercy, but I had none to give. I tortured him in the most brutal ways possible, making sure he regretted everything he did.
But the one I had saved the most gruesome torture for was her father. I had him tied up in a chair, and I took my time to torture him. I made sure he suffered the same way he made isadora, her step mother and little sister suffer.
I showed no mercy, no pity, as I made them pay for their sins. My heart was filled with a mix of anger, sadness, and guilt.
I had failed to protect my own family, but I would never let anyone hurt them again. As I drove away from the warehouse, leaving a trail of destruction and fear behind me, I vowed to never neglect my loved ones again and to always be there for them, no matter the cost.
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"Is she okay now?" Upon arriving at the hospital, I inquired about her consciousness. Her grief-stricken mother glanced at me, eyes filled with tears.
"No" I felt my heart sink as she exhaled and uttered the negative response.
"Due to the bullet that stayed in her body for a long period of time, and the wounds inflicted by rusty objects the doctor couldn't give an assuring statement at that moment" Astra explained.
I stepped backward and promptly asked for permission to see the doctor in order to gain entry. Following a lengthy argument and convincing, the irritated doctor eventually granted me access.
