[ WP ] You abduct a child to hold her for ransom , but as you begin to talk to her you realize her home life is actually way more troubling than being kidnapped .

I place the bag over her head. She does n't struggle. They always struggle. 
 
 `` Stay quiet,'' I tell her. Although, I do n't need to. She has n't uttered a single word. No screams, no fighting, absolutely nothing. It's almost boring. 
 
 I toss her over my shoulder and make my way through the house. I watch where I place my feet. A pink bone nearly detonates but I move my foot at the last second. I see the family dog lying on her bed. Or, rather, what's left of it. It's hard to make out this late, but all I can see is shredded blanket. 
 
 The dog cowers in the back. I walk towards her, careful not to tip the girl on my shoulders. She begins to sink lower into the ground. As I reach my hand out towards her, I hear a small whine. It's as if she's crying for me to help. A few tense moments later and I've got her, too. Both of these defenseless beings are far too willing to come along with me. 
 
 I continue towards the front door. This is supposed to be fun. A challenge, even. I'm essentially carrying an 80lb doll on my back and a 50lb doll on a leash. 
 
 A set of photographs out of their frames litter the ground. I pick them from the cigarette ashes. It's photos of the girl I carry on my shoulder now. Despicable, reprehensible, revolting photographs. Broken bones, shattered hearts. No. 
 
 I set the girl down. She tightens her grip on me. She does n't want me to leave her in this hell hole. 
 
 `` Hang on, sweetie,'' I tell her. I leave the dog with her and head upstairs. I've got about ten steps to decide whether I'll use the knife or the gun.
