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place.. The little girl's eyes reminded me of my daughter's, but my daughter had
a darker hair.. Was she trembling like this kid in the gang's lair..?
Was she crying like her..? How were they treating her..?
Did she eat anything since the day she was taken..? For I knew that she never
ate with someone strange, especially if she was scared.. I knew I haven't been
exactly spending much time with her, but I knew her enough to be sure of that..
I set my thoughts aside, to find that everything was just the same, so I returned
to my Hell again..
I walked through the place for a couple of steps, So that no one might think I
wasn't paying attention, to find myself ending up next to the glass door that had
a blue curtain pulled down on.. I leaned on the door thinking: was she still
wearing the ballet dress she always slept in..? How came no one saw her with
"Khalid's men and suspect her being kidnapped..?
Was she injured..? What did they tell her when she asked where she was..? How
did they answer her when she asked who were they, and where was her dad and
her aunt..?
Did she realize that she was kidnapped, and that daddy was stealing now to set
her free..? I recalled a memory.. The one when we went to the circus together..
- Daddy.. What is theft..?
Was one of the few days we spent together recently.. I wondered, trying to gain
some time to make up an answer:
- Where did you hear that word..?
She took a bite from her candy before answering:
- In a story.. Do they really go to hell..?