This is the way I heard it.

Before she changed her name and became one of them,

the young Aris with the dark hair and the smoldering gaze

never imagined she'd be robbing banks,

shooting machine guns, or winding up on the FBI's most wanted list.

But now, months after the abduction,

her dad, a steely eyed businessman,

if there ever was one,

refused to meet her kidnapper's demands,

leaving his little girl at the mercy of the men who took her.

The sound of a key inserted into the lock

alerted the young Aris to the arrival of another unwelcome visitor.

She held her breath as her captor opened the door

and entered the tiny room. Like the others,

he was unshaven, dressed in paramilitary garb.

He was a soldier, a soldier in an army that promised liberation for all.

Your father is a stubborn man, the soldier said,

or maybe he doesn't want you back.

Have you considered that?

Though painful to contemplate the young Aris had in fact,

considered that very thing and the soldier knew it.

Smiling, he slowly approached her cot and took a seat beside her.

...