"Why so sad?" Childe sneered, his arms gently rocking the baby back and forth.

As he cooed at his daughter, all you could do was pray to God to rescue you. You had given your best effort—everything you had—to escape him, to shield your child. But, against a man like him, it amounted to nothing. If anything, it compelled him to force you to stay by threatening to take your child away from you.

"You're unsettling Masha with that expression," he added, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.