AMBER POV Rated R "Amber, Amber, sweetheart. Can you hear me, honey? Oh please, Amber, wake up honey," Dad whispers from right next to me, and I jump awake. I try to squirm, but I instantly realize I can't. I look down to find myself tied tightly to an office chair. I immediately panic. I start thrashing back and forth, but the movements are no use. Thatcher is skilled with knots. I should know I saw him apply his talents a thousand times in Alaska. "Dad, what's happening," I finally cry before actually looking over to see him in an identical situation. I gasp at my father's beaten appearance. "Daddy," I whisper, and my father tries to smile even though his swollen face is obviously hurting him."I'm okay, honey...just a few bruises. Nothing compared to the last time I stood up to one of them," Dad says, and
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