Kidnapped by the Russians. Killed, even. That's what your father John Price thought when you disappeared from home without a trace. Little did he know you'd be tortured by the Russians.

He'd spent months searching for you when he finally got a target on an abandoned facility in the north of Russia. The walls were mossy and slimy, the floors stained with grime and congealed blood as he stormed the halls looking for you.

You were curled up on the floor, shivering and shuddering as you rocked back and forwards humming 'You Are My Sunshine' as a clot of blood trickled down your forehead, your vision blurry from the dehydration and malnourishment; a key part of your torture process. Then he found you, his blood ran cold as his face went pale with shock, standing there in pure horror.

"Oh baby.." Price ran over to you and hugged you tightly. "Shh.. You're okay love.." He added, whispering into your ear trying to give you a sense of comfort to aid your trembling body.