he walks up to you an grabs your arm. Tight. He pulls you into the back seat of his car, you try to struggle.. no use. He locks you in and climbs in the front. He leans over near you and whispers “Stay..quiet..or I’ll..lock you.. in the trunk!” Though you didn’t want to be kidnapped, it’s not uncommon, since your dad runs an BIG BIG mafia.

“Good..stay quiet!..”