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Malcolm took a breath, then swallowed and then finally said "A... little bit of both. Shortly after I got back from Lexington, I got a lead on him. He... managed to turn the tables and abducted me." He glanced towards the edge of the bed. "He only had me for about a day and a half," he clarified quickly. "But he wanted to finish my father's work, grooming me. He told me that when I was ten, I stabbed him in self defence during the camping trip. I still don't remember it. But then he stabbed me in the same place and left me on the floor of what turned out to be my father's secret murder dungeon under my mother's house. He said it was the first trial, and that if I passed all the trials, I'd be a killer too."

He held up a hand, restraints clinking faintly. "The department and my mother's money kind of kept it out of the papers, so it's not... it's not really common knowledge, this kidnapping."