LOST

Twelve

Monday 16th November
New York,
Monet residence
12:00pm

Joseph

I often ask myself if I'm a good father. According to my sons I'm great but if I really was a good father, 4 days ago wouldn't have been the first time seeing my daughter after many years.

To think if I had just tried harder to find my little baby, she wouldn't have gone through anything that she did. She would have been spoiled endlessly.

I doubt she thinks of my as a good father. I don't know what lies Rosette fed her but I'm certain they're all bad.

Matteo informed me about how her mood changes all of a sudden as if she's in some deep thought. I wonder what has her thinking.

I watched the vile thing, who dared to put his hands on my daughter, struggling to breath as my men are preforming 'water torture' to him.

Arms and legs strapped to a chair.

Oh but this was just a little warm up for entertainment for me. He had no idea what's waiting for him next in line.

"Enough." I ordered. The rag was pulled out of his mouth and he instantly starting desperately gasping for air. "You—s-sick son of a—bitch!" he spoke incomprehensibly.

I wasn't going to let anyone get away with being a creep under my knowledge, especially not my family. We Monets are big on family.

I don't condone human trafficking of any kind either, but that's just human decency. According to our little investigation, he has been seen kidnapping many woman and giving them to sex traffickers but then paid people act like nothing happened.

Sick fucks.

"We my friend, are just getting started" i sneered throwing a punch occasioning his nose to crack. Sound of satisfaction.

"A little birdie told me that these révoltant hands of yours—" I started picking out a knife from my selection of torture tools. "Have been places they shouldn't have."

(Translation : revolting)

"W-what? They're lying I swear to you. Let me go you phsyco!" His yelling fell upon deaf ears as I sharpened the blade.

"Well I guess you're the liar Ted, my daughter was the poor girl you decided to harm." I recall before swiftly chopping his fingers on his right hand off.

His powerless screams echoed throughout the cell. Deafening yet gratifying.

"All this over some foolish girl? Besides, I didn't even get to do anything before some guy came to stop me. Di—did she tell you she wasn't making any moves to stop me? Probably wanted it." He spluttered with a toothy grin. Which were extremely yellow by the way.

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, I lost it. I grabbed his collar and repeatedly punched his face. Blood was oozing out, my knuckles ached but I didn't care.

"Dad? DAD!" I heard a voice from behind me.

"papa stop he's nearly dead" another said while trying to hold me back. I stopped with my violence and took a good look at him. He was barely conscious.

"We want to have a go too before we end him" that's my boy.

I looked behind me to see all my sons, even Lucien, staring at me with a scowl. Probably pissed that I started without them.

"Y-you think your little princess is safe? She has a lot coming for her. They are coming for her and they will get her back." He spat out. Who's they? Who's this fucker on about.