I got kidnapped once... not too terribly long ago.
He told me stories about my parents torturing people. How they were the worst monsters hed ever met and that he was going to kill me slowly for all the wrongs that they did. Wolverine saved me. but its hard sometimes. When I think about them I think about how they tucked me in, or held me when I was sick or put bandaids on my knees and took me on picnics and read books... but then I also think of the things the man said and its... hard to combine the two.