KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA
Diti Koshytorn from her armsjust can't let her go one direction
“This is your home now, Zarina! You belong here, with us. You don’t have any other place to go. You’re a nobody, a worthless orphan. You should be grateful for what I’m offering you.”
His words cut through me like a knife. I’m not worthless, I’m not a nobody. I’m a person, with my own dreams, hopes, and fears. “I am grateful,” I say, my voice shaking with rage. “Grateful for being kidnapped? Grateful for being treated like a prisoner? Grateful for not being allowed to be free?”