THE GENERAL'S DAUGHTER

El Padre strode purposefully out of the imposing castle, his cloak billowing behind him as he barked orders to his men. He commanded them to bring the General to him, along with the General's family members.

Amidst the tension, Pharsa, the trusted second-in-command from Mushu, found herself faced with a daunting directive. She was given the challenging task of disarming her own superior.

"I'm sorry; you know the protocol. I'm just following orders," Pharsa said with an apologetic tone, striving to convey empathy.

"I understand. Do you need to cry?" Mushu replied, seeking to alleviate the weight of the situation as he handed over his possessions. Subsequently, Mushu proceeded to the designated location – a somber pole where he would be bound until proven innocent. This stringent protocol underscored the relentless nature of their organization.

When the General arrived later, El Padre's heavily armed men escorted him in a menacing formation. The General forced a smile while greeting El Padre, who was leisurely sitting by the seashore, puffing on his cigar with an air of authority.

Rather than reciprocating the greeting, El Padre issued a chilling command to his men, "Disarm him."

The General was dumbfounded and panic-stricken. "El Padre, what crime have I committed to warrant such treatment?" he nervously inquired.

"Look over there." El Padre gestured with his finger in the direction of Mushu.

As the General's gaze fell upon the figure bound to the pole, his complexion drained of all color. 'If they can discipline Mushu, Madam's esteemed first in command, to such punishment, then where do I stand?' The General fretted.

"But, El Padre, I didn't do anything. Did I?" The General insisted, his voice wavering with uncertainty as he faced the stern gaze of El Padre.

The atmosphere was shrouded in anticipation as El Padre took another puff of his cigar, the tendrils of smoke coiling around his impassive face. The General's heart pounded against his chest as El Capitan's command sliced through the tense atmosphere, sending a shiver down his spine. "Tie him up," the order rang out, propelling the place into chaos as the General's desperate pleas echoed against the sea breeze.

"What?!" The General cried out, his voice cracking under the weight of disbelief.

"Wait! Please!" Every word dripped with desperation, but it was too late as the menacing urgency in El Capitan's voice spurred his subordinates into action. "Hurry up!"

A woman's voice, filled with anger, resounded from a distance as she ran towards The General. The woman, visibly upset, began hitting and kicking the General repeatedly, expressing her frustration at his insubordination towards his boss.

"You stupid man! What stupid thing did you do this time?" It was evident that the woman was his wife, and her anger was palpable as she criticized him for his actions. "How foolish of you to disobey your boss! You're such a useless person!"

"Honey, how did you get here?" The General asked; he was visibly surprised to see his wife, daughter, and three-year-old son unexpectedly appear, as he had taken great care to send them away secretly and ensure their safety. It was clear that despite his efforts, his boss had easily discovered their whereabouts.

"How do you think I got here, you stupid man? Just the way you did! Why do you even ask? So why are we here? What did you do?" The wife scolded her husband.

"Stop it! I did not do anything?!" The General demanded.

The place was filled with tension as the husband and wife engaged in a heated argument. The wife's anger was palpable as she unleashed a torrent of accusations and began physically attacking her husband.

The husband, visibly distraught, vehemently denied any wrongdoing, his voice laced with desperation and confusion. However, his protests were brushed aside as his wife pressed on, questioning why he was tied up and stripped of his uniform if he was truly innocent.

"Why are you tied up if you haven't done anything? And why would they bring us here if you are innocent? They even stripped you of your uniform!" The General's wife yelled at him.

Amidst the chaos, the scene took a sudden turn as El Padre's staff arrived, accompanied by a young girl. The General's expression shifted, a steely glint entering his eyes, hinting at a deeper, more ominous revelation.

"El Padre, the young girl, is the General's daughter from another relationship. After her mother passed away when she was very young, she lived by herself in a small house," reported El Padre's staff.

"What?! You have another woman and a daughter?!" The General's wife became furious, kicking his private area hard and slapping him until his lips became bloody.

"Little girl, you are his daughter?" El Padre wanted to confirm.

The little girl nodded.

The gentle warmth of the afternoon sunlight danced through the serene ocean shore, creating a mesmerizing display of colorful patterns on the soft sand. El Padre, leaning in with an aura of curiosity reflected in his eyes, inquired, "May I ask, what is your age?"

A little girl, her long hair falling in waves around her small frame dancing with the ocean breeze, shifted nervously. "I just turned eight," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked even smaller than her age, standing timidly with her head bowed.

The General, a stern-looking man with a commanding presence, loomed over. "So, how could you live your daily life without your mother?" he demanded, his voice sharp and unforgiving.

The little girl's eyes filled with tears, and her breaths came in ragged gasps. She struggled to find her voice, but words failed her, caught in the grip of her overwhelming emotions.

"You brat!" The General's voice thundered through the solemn space. "Are you not even grateful that I gave you food?!"

The little girl looked at the General with hatred, her lips pursed together and her fist tightly closed. Then she looked at El Padre again with a different aura on her face.

"That man." The little girl pointed to the General as if he was not his father. "My mother died. Not only would he come to our house to use her and force her, but he would also have 25 others to use my mother and collect money from them.

When my mother died, he was furious and beat me repeatedly, leaving me hungry for many days. I walked around and begged for food."