I was a child abductor. How did I end up here?

As a child, I was an abductor. I would wander the streets and fields around my home, picking up animals and dragging them back to a small cave I had discovered in the woods. I took eggs from birds’ nests, and even dug up moles after I had watched them surface. But why?<br><br>As a child, I was an abductor. But I never knew why. <br><br>One day, I abducted a little girl from a park. I had never picked up a child before, but she was so small. She couldn’t have been more than three years old. She had messy blonde hair and a dirty face. She was holding a stuffed bear and staring at me with bright blue eyes. Without thinking, I scooped her up and ran back to the cave in the woods. I had never abducted a child before, but this time I had. But why?<br><br>The little girl was a fighter. She scratched and kicked as I carried her away, screaming as loud as she could. But it did her no good. I had already dragged her too far. She was mine now. I didn’t waste any time. I put her straight into the cage on the wall. I hadn’t caught an animal in a while, but now that I had the little girl, I was so glad that I still had the cage. She would be much happier in there. I was a nice abductor after all.<br><br>She called me a bad man. She called me a kidnapper. She even called me a pedophile. But I didn’t know what any of that meant. I just smiled and stroked her hair and told her to calm down. She was mine now, and she needed to accept it. I didn’t like it when she called me names. It made me sad. But I was still happy that I had her.<br><br>As she grew older, she stopped calling me names. She even started answering my questions about her home. She told me that her name was Sophie. She lived with her mum in a flat in town. Her father used to live with her, but he left her mother for another woman, and got a new family. She had tried to run away once, and ended up in the park that I had taken her from. Her mother had been looking for her everywhere. <br><br>I smothered her with hugs and kisses. I was so glad that I had abducted her. She didn’t have a father, and now she didn’t have a mother. She needed me. I could be her new father. She would be my daughter now. But why?<br><br>She told me more about her life before me. Her father had always been a mean man, and she was glad he was gone. Her mother had been crying a lot, and she didn’t understand why. But she was happier now that he was gone, even though she did miss him. But she was happy now that she was with me. She was only a child after all. She didn’t know any better.<br><br>But I liked her. She was a nice girl. And she was mine. I loved her. But why?<br><br>As the months passed, she grew more and more comfortable with her life in the cave. She loved the cage on the wall, and would climb up onto it whenever she was bored. It made me nervous, but it did make her happy. I would often play games with her, hide and seek, or tag. She was always shrieking with laughter, it was adorable. She was my little girl now, and I was happy.<br><br>But I still didn’t know why I abducted her.<br><br>Years passed. She grew older. I was happy for her, but part of me was sad. My little girl was growing up. One day she would leave me and get a life of her own. But that day hadn’t come yet. And I was still happy. I still loved her.<br><br>Life was good. I had Sophie, and she was enough for me. She still played with me, and she still loved me. I was her father, and she was my daughter. But why had I abducted her?<br><br>One day, a man came to the cave. He had a gun, and a cruel face. He pointed the gun at me. But it didn’t matter. Sophie was grown up now. She understood the world. She understood me. She threw herself between me and the gun. The man pulled the trigger. She fell to the ground, groaning in pain. The man didn’t care. He just smiled at me. He raised the gun to my head.<br><br>‘My daughter.’ He said.<br><br>And then he pulled the trigger.<br><br>I am Sophie’s abductor. I don’t know how I ended up here. But I’ve been here for years. It’s a cold, damp cave. I’m in a cage on the wall. I don’t remember how I got here. But I don’t care. It’s nice here. It’s my home. I live with a man. He abducted me. He is my father. <br><br>I am an abductor. <br><br>And this is my home.<br><br>I am happy. <br><br>I am an abductor. I don’t know how I ended up here. But it doesn’t matter. I am happy. This is my home.