When Elias Petrosyan came to collect what his family was owed, he gave me a choice: pay or forfeit my father’s life. It was no choice at all, and now I belong to him. For years I’ve counted the days and pennies until I’m free and fueled myself with hatred for the man who controls my every move. At least...I think it’s hate. He destroyed my life and is a threat to all that I hold dear. So it has to be hate. Right?