"Mum, da - - d" i paused as I heard strange voices in the living room. "Do you still want to die or just give us your daughters" one of the strange voices said. "I told you earlier that I'd rather do anything than let you have my daughters" dad replied the strange voice in a cold tone. I stopped eavesdropping and ran quietly to my room through the back stairs so I wouldn't put my dad in more trouble. Is dad really dying for us?