Sorry Daddy, I'm Not Spare Parts for Her! - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Ethan had me under lockdown.
He barred all visitors, sealing me inside that room with doors and windows clamped shut - my personal hell. He knew about my claustrophobia, yet chose to ignore it. No explanations wanted, just punishment delivered.
My pulse skyrocketed as the walls seemed to shift around me. The kidnappers' cruel laughter echoed in my skull, mingling with that damn leaky faucet's endless ticking - like a countdown to my death. The clang of steel pipes striking each other...
I folded myself behind the white curtain, knees to chest, trembling like a leaf. Their ugly faces kept flashing behind my eyelids no matter how hard I screamed inside.
"Ava Foster, right? Your stepdaddy pissed off our boss. Couldn't get to him, so we got you instead!"
"Call Ethan Foster. One-point-five mil for your life. Make it quick!"
Tears blurred my vision as I dialed, but the call lasted barely thirty seconds.
"Ava, don't play games with your life. Seems I've spoiled you rotten!"
Some woman's giggle cut through: "Who is it, baby?"
Ethan's voice turned syrup-sweet: "Just a prank call."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The kidnapper's ringleader backhanded me so hard my ears rang, the world tilting sideways.
"Thought Ethan Foster worshipped his precious stepdaughter? Chump change for him - why's he leaving this brat to die?"
I don't remember surviving those days. Don't remember being saved.
When the knocking came again, I scrambled into the closet like a hunted animal, just like before. The lock clicked. The door swung open.
Ethan's stone-cold face appeared.
His chest tightened seeing me - a sobbing, wide-eyed wreck.
"Don't hit me...please just let me go..." My voice barely human.
He yanked me out despite my flailing. I collapsed boneless onto cold tiles, letting him gather me up, his hand patting my back all wrong.
"Ava, don't be scared. Daddy's here."
Then the knife twist: "Kneel at Luna's grave, confess, and I'll beg the court for mercy."
Tears rained down, darkening my white dress.
"Luna killed herself. She never loved you. I did nothing wrong." Twelve words that held mountains.
I heard his silent verdict: This is your reckoning for Luna's death.
"I'll make sure you're fed in prison. Cared for after release."
My lips parted. This monster wanted me maimed - losing my dominant hand worse than death.
I thrashed away, legs buckling. Nowhere to run in this cage.
The needle stung my arm. Hatred bloomed in my eyes - and for once, Ethan looked shaken.
Dumped like trash post-injection, I saw her then. Myself. Pity in her gaze.
"Regret loving Ethan Foster?" she asked.
Blink.
White flash. Pain gone.
I jolted awake at my manga-strewn desk, that cursed book in hand - now blank after chapter One.
A do-over?
"Miss Foster? Mr. Foster wants you in the study. Says it's urgent."