The Horse and His Boy contains a few kidnappings which were never described in detail (Hwin, Bree, and Cor), pick one to write about. Or an unrelated kidnapping, if you prefer.
I thought I was safe. It was such a risky thing to do, but even now I don't regret it. Not one bit. I may have been a coward, but I will never be a kidnapper.
I can't say the same for her.
I don't know how she knew. Had she known all along, and simply been making me feel safe by not sending out the police until now? It would be like her. She's always been cruel.
The chains are so cold. I had better say goodbye to my beautiful cloven hooves, and my tail and beard. I suppose my poor home has seen worse than I have. I watched them break the door to bits and smash things as they led me away. My father's picture is torn to pieces now, if the hearth ashes haven't burnt what was left of it. But, if he were alive, I know he'd be proud of me. Perhaps we're not so unalike after all.
I'm trying to not be scared. I wish I had the handkerchief back. Not just for the practical reason of it, but also for the memory of whom I'm dying for. Oh, I'm glad at least that it's me in here.
And not her.