Nora/Camilla’s POV
“Mrs. Smith…….. what do you mean by you are the one who kidnapped my daughter?” He asked, his voice trembling with fear evident in his eyes.
“I have her- your daughter. But I haven’t touched a strand of her hair yet- just for now. And like I said earlier, how cooperative you are, would determine whether she walks out of where she has been caged alive or dead. Am I understood?” I asked, my voice firm and stern enough to pass my message loud and clear to him.
My message that I wasn't there to joke.
He nodded his head in acknowledgement.
“Now, sit!” I motioned with my finger and immediately, he obliged.
“Listen attentively. I have a few questions to ask you and all you have to do is to answer them truthfully. Your failure to say the truth, only means your child would dine with deads.”
“No …… No, Mrs. Smith. Please don't do that. She's all I have got. Ask me anything …… anything and I promise to speak nothing but the truth,” he desperately pleaded, getting on his
