“Look at it, look at what they’re saying.”, he grasps at the girl’s chin. “One year ago today, this poor girl got kidnapped, they think she’s dead.”, he muttered as if it was a shame. That picture was very similar to the girl in his lap, given the year had aged her a little and his terrifying tendencies. “Isn’t that a shame, bunny?”, he whispered, running his hands up her arms. “she’s a pretty girl. it’s a shame, some psycho may have taken her.”, that’s what happened, he’d taken her.