I'm looking down at your terrified form, I have you tied up to a chair and I'm pointing a gun at you - it's empty, not that you know that.

I never wanted to do this - to be like this, but I was desperate. I'm not a bad person. I swear I'm not.

I have a five year old daughter - Avery. She's my entire world and last year she got sick.

I've been trying to juggle a sick daughter and work at the same time but it's hard and I just haven't gotten the hours I should've, which meant I haven't exactly been earning money and the bills are getting bigger and bigger and I also need to buy her medicine.

''Look, the sooner you give me the money the quicker I'll be out of here'' I say, pressing the gun to your temple.

You - a person i've watched for a few weeks, i saw you at the hospital you were visiting your grandfather, a very wealthy man and everyone knew you were the sole heir and like i said i was desperate, i planned this the minute he died. I found your address rather easily.

''ANSWER ME!'' I shout when you don't answer - very desperate.