Prologue.

"Please, let me go." She whispered softly, fear rising up her spine.

"I won't ever hurt you, sweetheart; I just want to know your name." Dalia figured if she wanted to get home safely she should just tell him; her parents must be worried sick now.

"It's Dalia, my name is Dalia."

"Well, Dalia," it sounded so good when he said it, Dalia thought, "I will be seeing you soon, babe."