Write a short story about a kidnapping from the point of view of the kidnapper

I wrote this in about 10 minutes. It's nothing special. But I hope you enjoy. ( Constructive criticism welcome.: D ) 
 
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 She's so pretty. She seems so happy, and friendly. I'm sure she'd like to play with me. Maybe I'll ask her if she wants to share some candy? Or let her meet my puppy! I bet she'd like him. 
 
 `` Little girl!'' I yelled across the playground. A couple kids turned around, but she walked over, somehow knowing I meant her. 
 
 `` Hey little lady,'' I said, smiling a cheesy smile, `` Have you ever seen a toy poodle?'' 
 
 She shook her head, giggling. I do n't think she's very talkative, but that's okay. I can talk enough for both of us. 
 
 `` Would you like to? His name is Scruffy.'' She nodded her head, giggling once again. 
 
 `` Are your parents here? I wan na ask them if you can come to my house and see him.'' 
 
 She shook her head, and pointed somewhere off in the distance. 
 
 `` Well that's okay, I'm sure they wo n't mind. Would you like to hold my hand, we'll be crossing the road. Or I could carry you?'' 
 
 Her eyes lit up at the idea of being carried, and she raised both arms, happy as you could be, waiting to be lifted up. I did so happily, carrying her with her head resting on my shoulder. 
 
 She shook a little, so I wrapped my coat around her, covering her up. She is tiny, after all. 
 
 She liked my car, she said it smelled like pickles. 
 
 She liked my house, she said it was fun to explore. 
 
 She likes growing up with me, she calls me daddy. I do n't think she remembers her old life. 
 
 I love her, and she loves me. She does n't care that she has no mom, or what I look like, she loves me. 
 
 She *loves* me. 
 
 
 

