"This child is absolutely out of her mind! Hand her over now!"
Clara's laughter disappeared, as she returned from her ridiculous, traumatic state of terror of this man, levels so high she had no other resort. "I won't go," Clara said defiantly, her forehead creasing. Aroldo nodded at Conner, and the boy stepped forward. Clara watched him casually, but suddenly her eyes lit up and she smiled, walking towards Aroldo.
"Hey, Clara, what are you doing?" Ezzelin asked suddenly, in utter confusion. Clara ignored him, and kept walking towards Aroldo. She reached her arms out, and he smirked, picking her up as if she were his own child. And then he was gone, Clara and Conner both gone with him.
"Come back, you slimy grotter!" Ezzelin yelled angrily. "I can't believe he dared to hypnotise a little girl like her." Then he looked up at Shiralee. "Oh no ... please don't do anything drastic. Shiralee, don't go and follow him..."
"What do we do when the girl gets here? No doubt she'll come, I saw how attached she was to Clara through Aroldo's camera," Mme Diavanche muttered. (She was half French.)
"We give her to her."
"For money," Monsieur Davianche (All French) smirked. "I'd say around £5000," he contiued as the smirk reflected onto Mme Davianche's face as well as his own.
"But," Mme Davianche said. "We have to act attached. Act like you love your "little pearl" so much. That way we can get more cash out of them."