[ 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 .

She sat in the car quietly, not bothering to protest as he drove past the park he had told her he would drop her off at. She stared out as the park went by and said nothing. 
 
 Her silence was unnerving. 
 
 `` What's your name?'' The question escaped him without much thought. He cursed himself moments later. He did n't want to get attached. It was n't good to get attached. 
 
 She looked at her hands. ``... Alice.'' 
 
 `` Alice.'' he repeated. `` Behave yourself alright, Alice? I'm going to take you somewhere for a while.'' 
 
 `` Ok.'' 
 
 He drove quickly through the streets, somehow feeling like he was being followed even though he knew he was n't. His palms felt wet and he kept having to wipe them on his jeans. When he finally reached his safehouse, he parked the garage in the car and dragged her out of her seat by the wrist. 
 
 She did n't protest, not even when he started tying her hands together with masking tape. He watched her suspiciously, wondering what was going on. 
 
 `` You're not scared?'' 
 
 She shook her head. He frowned and pulled her along by the shoulder a little roughly. She did n't make a sound. 
 
 `` Why are n't you scared?'' 
 
 She looked at him dully. ``... I do n't care.'' 
 
 `` What?'' he thought he misheard her, `` Are n't you scared you'll never see your parents again? That happens sometimes...'' he added menacingly, trying to provoke a reaction. 
 
 She stared at him. She looked away. 
 
 `` I do n't want to see them again.'' 
 
 He frowned, already unnerved. He pulled her along into the carefully blocked up bedroom he'd prepared in the basement and locked her inside. He noticed the bruises peeking out from the corners of her sleeves. 
 
 He drew his burner phone from his pocket, typing in the number of her father- a wealthy businessman. His finger hovered over the call button. 
 
 He paused for a very long time.
