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I awake to a loud sound of glass breaking.
It's probably my roommate coming home drunk again. Mitch had gone out to a bar with his friends earlier, so I expected he would make his usual loud entry to our apartment at 3AM.
I met Mitch during the summer before my senior year of high school. We were both working as lifeguards at the public pool. We soon became close friends, then got an apartment together after graduating last year. We are both 19 years old, now working as waiters at a local restaurant.
He can be kind of an asshole at times. He calls me gay because I'm a virgin. If only he knew I actually am gay and the only person I want to sleep with is him. I've had a crush on him ever since I saw him in those tight swim shorts from across the swimming pool. It's too bad he's as straight as a ruler.
I've gotten used to hearing a lot of stumbles in the middle of the night as he'd walk to his bedroom after having a few too many drinks.
But what I didn't expect to hear was the sound of shattering glass. I assume he must have broken something.
"It better not be something of mine or I'll kill him..." I whisper to myself as I debate whether I should go back to sleep or get up to see what's going on.
I pull myself out of bed and walk toward my bedroom door.
"What the fuck, Mitch?" I yell as I swing the door open.
I walk into the living room and see two large men in black ski masks.
They both lift their hand guns and point them at me.
I stand there in my blue boxers frozen in fear.
One of the masked men grabs me by the shoulder and pushes his gun against my head.
He pulls me back into my bedroom and throws me onto my bed.
The other man grabs one of my wrists and handcuffs it to the bedpost, then does the same with my other wrist.
I lay there paralyzed with fear with my arms stretched across my headboard.
"So here's the deal..." said the first intruder. "We're going to take anything we want from you. If you make a sound, I'll shoot you dead. Got it?"
I nod my head nervously.
He rips off a thick piece of duct tape and puts it over my mouth.
The two men quickly pull open my dresser drawers, looking for things to steal. They each fill a black sports bag with my game system controllers and other things of possible value. One of them puts my laptop into their bag while the other opens my wallet.
He takes out my ID card and looks it over.
"Well, Justin... It was great meeting you. Good luck trying to get out of those cuffs. You're gonna be stuck there for a while." He laughs before both leave the room carrying bags of my valuables.
After I hear them exit my apartment, I begin yelling for help. But my screams are muffled my the duct tape over my lips.
I probably laid there for hours without anyone hearing my cries for help.
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