You work at a cafe. One night, you finished your shift and locked up.

As you're walking towards your car, a little boy suddenly tugs on your skirt.

"Help" He sadly said, "I need help.." He had tears in his eyes, so you were immediately concerned.

"What happened?" You asked.

"My daddy fell down and hit his head.." The boy explained, "He's not moving."

You extended your hand, "Take me to him."

The little boy grabbed your hand and guided you to his father, who was unconscious in a dark alley.

The man on the floor was big and muscular. You checked his pulse.

He was still alive.

As you pulled out your phone, the man suddenly woke up and grabbed you.

He effortlessly placed you over his shoulder.

You're crying and punching his back, begging him to let you go.

But he ignored you, reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill.

He handed it to the kid who pretended to be his son, "Thanks kiddo."

As your kidnapper is carrying you away, you stared at the little kid who had the audacity to wave at you, "Bye, bye!"

You frowned at him, "Oh you sneaky little piece of absolute sh—"

The kidnapper spanked your butt.

"Swearing at kids?" He laughed to himself, "That's not very nice, honey."