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Times of desperation were amongst myself as my girlfriend lay dying in a hospital bed. The men had beaten her to almost nothing. Her ribs were bashed in and her hair had been ripped out in patches. They raped her repeatedly and their DNA was all over her skin, inside and out. The cuts seemed so fatal the doctors weren't even sure how she made out alive. She was dying I couldn't do anything to save her. But, he could. He could pay for any treatments necessary. He could help me find the men who did this to my princess, but the price would never be paid. I would owe this man everything after this moment. I picked up the phone and made one phone call and now, six years later, I'm paying the price.