It was dark, and I was going to bed when . . .
There was a creak downstairs. I went to the kitchen. Thats when someone appeared out of the shadows. They had a knife at my throat. "Be quiet and you won't get hurt!" they said. I obeyed them, and stayed still. When they removed the knife, I sprang into action. I twisted their arm, and punched the attacker in the gut. They fell and I ran for my bat. But they got up and grabbed my arm tightly.
"No more funny movements or I'll slice your neck". I failed. They pushed me upstairs, and went into my bedroom. Pinning me on the bed, they shuffled around in a bag. Bringing out a roll of tape, bandages and a cloth, they set to work. They gripped my hands together then tied the tape around it. I couldn't move my hands. They procceded to tie my ankles and knees. Soon enough I was immobolized. They then tied my wrists to my stomach, and taped my shoulders. I tried to move and they stopped me. "Time to gag you" they said.
I started to yell, they clamped their hand over my mouth, effectivley hand gagging me. "Mmmmph!" I cried into his hand. "We can't have you calling for help, now can we?" He stuffed the cloth into my mouth and quickly sealed it with strips of duct tape. "Mmmmph" was all I could call out.
They started to go through my drawers, shelves and the whole house looking for money. Meanwhile I struggled to free myself from the tape restricting me. All I got was sore muscles and pain. Soon enough the man came back. "Tch, I couldn't find any money" (I hide my money in a safe place). "I can't have you babbling to the police about this, so I be taking you for a couple of days." Shoot, it was my holidays and I was supposed to be going to an overseas place. The man noticed the note on my desk. "It works out huh?" He looked at me, trussed up and struggling. He grinned at the fact I was glaring at him.
He picked me up and placed me on his shoulder. He then dumped me in his car. He went back in the house for a couple of minutes. He came out with my keys, bag and the bandages I keep in my first aid kit. He tied me in a hogtie and put me in his boot, with the stolen goods. "We're going to have some fun this week, won't we?" He slammed the boot close. Total darkness fell and the car vibrated as it moved out of my driveway and to a destination unknown.