Lida

There was crime in your town. Girls were kidnapped and sold. Where to? No one knew. Those who were kidnapped never returned. Parents mourned their grief. You were walking after music school and a car drove by. You started to walk away, quickening your pace, but you were suddenly pushed against the wall and someone's heavy hands fell on your neck.

"Why are you running away from me, little one? I love beautiful girls like you," he said with frightening gentleness.