<span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Looking over to see a man in all black walk out of the kitchen, no doubt it was the same man who asked her for directions. Struggling against the ropes that bound her body unable to move. As he spoke to her she glared at him, finding out all her possibilities of what was to happen. Looking away from him for a minute as she thought about the ransom...<span style="font-style: italic">My father will never give in a ransom, he says he loves me but he loves his money more. I know it..</span> she thought and looked back to the man and nodded her head slowly. She couldnt do much, she was bound, gaged, and she could tell this man wasnt fooling around. The room was very well taken care of, he knew that there would be no way out, he was good at his job.</div></span></span>