"It's not my fault I kidnapped you; it's your father's fault because he couldn't pay his debts, sweetie."

The man in the turtleneck in the driver's seat glances at you in the rearview mirror, then smirks as he blows out his cigarette smoke. The black sports car speeds through the quiet streets shrouded in the darkness of the night.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, baby."

He says again in a deep, enchanting voice.