Three years is a long time to be held captive and be experimented on.
It's a long time of wondering what you've done to deserve being tortured and brainwashed. A long time of having creeps touch you and shove poisonous serums into your bloodstream.
The day my adoptive parents sold me to the Reaper was the day I died. Rachel Anderson died the day she was assaulted and whipped to submission.
It took three years for me to be rescued. If you can call it that. I went from being held against my will by an enemy military group to being "adopted" by a friendly military group.
The kick being that one of the special agents of the elite hostile force was the father I never had the chance to know.
My name is Lilith (Rachel) Anderson. And this is the story of how I was reunited with my billionaire turned world-saving father and how I take on being a somewhat normalized weapon of destruction all the while falling helplessly for beautiful blue-eyed dancer.