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The dim light of a single lamp filtered through the dirty curtains of the house. The air was thick with the smell of damp and fear. My Reebok boots hit the floorboards hard, kicking over a lamp and sending a vase crashing to the ground. The man before me trembled, barely able to stammer, "I-I only have twelve dollars..." I drew the pistol and pressed its cold metal against his temple. But then I saw her: a girl, about fifteen, curled into a corner. A slow smile spread across my face. "Is she your daughter?" I asked, and without waiting for an answer, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her toward the door. What will you do now, you?