"I hate pedos!" The small and petulant voice rang out through the park, garnering a few chuckles and glances, but no real attention. Trying to hold back tears, the young girl climbed atop a nearby bench to try again. "All pedophiles are disgusting perverts who should kill themselves!" Even from her elevated position, the child couldn't attract any additional attention; the only ones paying her any heed were a few people who gave her the occasional nod or snicker, their boredom and utter dispassion for anything of substance lending to their passing interest in her performance.
No one was quite sure what the little girl was trying to accomplish by proclaiming her hatred of pedophilia to such a small and apathetic audience, but such things as reason and purpose didn't concern her—after all, she was fighting against child abuse! "L-Looking at drawings is bad t-too, just 'cause it's not a real kid doesn't mean it's not child porn..." she continued, her voice lowering in intensity until it was hardly more than a whisper. Letting out a loud sniffle, she sat down on the bench and covered her face with two hands, not wanting anyone to see how upset she was by the lack of response to her fighting words.
Because the nymphet was hiding behind her hands, she didn't notice until too late the strong arms that suddenly enveloped her petite form, pulling her off the bench and into a tight grip that held her firmly until her view began to darken.
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When she came to, the scared child noticed two things: she was indoors, in a pitch-black room, and her arms and legs were bound together, making movement impossible. With a growing panic, she realized she had been kidnapped by just the sort of person she loathed most—her earlier rants in the park must have caused someone to take notice of her. She tried again to get free of her restraints, knowing that if she didn't, her captor would almost certainly have his way with her prepubescent body.