I Stopped Waiting for Them to Take Me Home

"In the fifth year after I was sent to Port Castilla, I finally heard that the Whitmore Group's captive employees had been rescued.

Through the iron door of the basement, I chose my words carefully as I asked the cleaning woman who'd come to deliver my food:

""If the Whitmore daughter had been tortured beyond recognition, would her parents and her fiancé still want her back?""

The woman thought I was joking.

""Of course not. Families like that care about appearances more than anything.