[ WP ] Tell a story from the bad guy 's perspective .

The mission was simple. Go to that billionaire's house and grab the daughter. Loot everything he could. Get the ransom. Retire to his father's island with one of the largest one-mission bounties ever, and then rub it in his Master Thief brother's face. 
 
 The billionaire actually lived rather modestly, considering his vast wealth -- the house was n't particularly large. It was a country house, not a mansion. That might make it easier to find the girl. Though he did enjoy a good chase sequence. 
 
 This disguise would work perfectly. Who would n't order the door to a regular delivery man? A pizza guy would be too obvious. And some proselytizer would never even get the door answered. He'd be stuck there forever. 
 
 He rang the doorbell and then put his hand is his coat pocket. Excellent, the knife was still there. It was a nice knife, very sharp but with a special grip so that it fit over the fingers of whomever was wearing it. Made it very hard to drop. 
 
 Nobody was coming yet. He knocked on the door firmly. 
 
 `` Delivery! Delivery!'' 
 
 `` I'm coming, I'm coming.'' 
 
 The girl opened the door. She had long brown hair and was wearing a purple sweatshirt and blue jeans. Her sneakers had messy laces, and there was a lacrosse stick in one hand. 
 
 `` Sorry about that, Mister. I could n't hear you from upstairs. You said you had a delivery?'' 
 
 `` Why, yes. Yes I do.'' 
 
 `` Ummm... what is it? Do I have to sign for it?'' 
 
 `` Uh....'' 
 
 The girl's eyes grew wide and she began to close the door. That was n't good! Everybody would laugh at him if he tried to show up at the island without any crime greater than trespassing to his name. 
 
 Also, he was getting cold from being out here for so long. He slammed his knife into the gap where the door would latch and caught it. The girl screamed and he slammed his shoulder against the door. The lock broke and he pushed his way inside. 
 
 Oooh, it was nice and warm in here. The girl was staring at him, looking terrified. 
 
 `` Who are you?! What do you want?'' 
 
 `` Well, I'm a little hungry. Do you have any apples? Or maybe an orange? Oh, I also want to kidnap you for ransom, so if you could just sit down and let me tie you up, this whole thing can go more smoothly. You can even pick the radio station.'' 
 
 The girl responded to his offer, which he actually thought was generous, by saying a very bad word. She swung her lacrosse stick at his head. It really hurt. Okay, now he was mad. 
 
 She tore down the hallway, and he followed her. Hey, those paintings were nice! That one was a Van Gogh, and that one was a Monet, and that one was an original Da Vinci. And there was a neat looking jade statue. 
 
 He chased the girl around the house three times before he cornered her in the den. Hey, how did they already have a PS5? Those were n't even out of production yet! He grabbed her m and then she bit his hand. 
 
 `` Ow!'' 
 
 `` Let me go! Let me go! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW!'' 
 
 The girl began kicking him. Kicking and biting. And punching. It would probably have hurt less if his shoulder was n't already sore from her lacrosse stick. She was pretty puny. She bit his hand again, hard! 
 
 `` OW! Okay now you're going to learn a lesson!'' 
 
 He grabbed the girl with one arm and pulled his knife out. 
 
 `` If you bite me one more time, I'm going to chop you into a million pieces and bake you into a pie. Maybe two or three pies.'' 
 
 The girl began to whine and tried to twist her way out of his grip. He dragged her out to his RV with attached trailer and marched her inside. There was a few coils of rope in a chair. 
 
 `` You're a lot of trouble.'' Kick in the shins. `` Where can I put you so that you ca n't get away and nobody can see you?'' Kick to the knee. 
 
 `` Ow! Do you want to be a pie?!'' 
 
 `` You only said you'd cook me into a pie if I bit you! You never said anything about kicking!'' 
 
 He pushed her to the ground and she kicked him in the knee. 
 
 `` OW! Okay, no more Mr. Nice Guy!'' 
 
 `` How about No More Mr. Guy Who Does n't Bathe Enough?'' 
 
 He grabbed one of the pieces of rope and tied her elbows together. He was n't going to pull the knots tight at first, but that was before she kept kicking him. He could n't let her get away. 
 
 He tied more ropes around her ankles and knees. Hmmm... if he had to untie her for some reason, she could run away. The only reason he caught her before was that she ran out of places to run to... He tugged her sneakers off, then pulled off her socks. Her toenails were painted bright blue with pink and yellow polka dots. 
 
 `` HEY!'' 
 
 `` If you keep acting up, then this little piggy,'' he pointed to her big toe, `` will have to stay home, understand?'' 
 
 `` I never liked that nursery rhyme. Three big brothers. Do the math.'' 
 
 `` What does that have to do with anything? Why are n't you scared?'' 
 
 `` What? Oh, I'm terrified, really. But I can only panic for so long.'' 
 
 `` You're getting on my last nerve.'' 
 
 He wrapped more rope around the girl, eventually binding her from shoulders to ankles,. Her hands were completely encased, her fingers unable to move. 
 
 `` This ought to hold you.'' 
 
 **** 
 
 He slammed the trailer door. It was full of gold, paintings, jewels, sacks of money, and precious gems and statues. This would make him set for life. 
 
 The man walked back into the RV. The billionaire's daughter was still yammering away. Ever since he had tied her up, she had n't shut up. 
 
 `` So that's when Muffy said that Ginny said that Bella said that Robin said that Amy said that Eve said that Bobby was two-timing Jane with Carri and that's when I said that --'' 
 
 Ugggggg... the things he did for money.... 
 
 To be continued... maybe
