I'm crying. I can't believe it. Stolen. Plucked off the streets, watched my mother die in front of me. My hand was pried from hers. I am begging. Sobbing. Crying. I am only a young teen. And now this older boy-man, halfway between both, has kidnapped me. He told me what he would do. He would torture me. For his own pleasure. He would rape me. I was sobbing harder now. Someone, anyone save me! The story made the plot obvious.