I watch you, the way you’re so carefree in the back of your yard, so unaware, so comfortable in the darkness of the night. Little do you know, your whole life is about to change. I slowly walk behind you, the rag in my gloved hand, my boots silent against the grass. Sorry, not sorry, Princess. I whisper in your ear, placing the cloth over your mouth and nose. Shh, go to sleep. Once you’re unconscious, I sling you over my shoulder, my arm around your thighs before carefully distributing you into the backseat. I hop into the drivers seat, locking the doors and windows so you can’t escape, my eyes focused on the road back to the safe house. God, I hope she doesn’t talk a lot.