You were working at a very well-known jewelry store. Right now, you were showing a customer a selection of rings for their wedding that they picked out beforehand, until you dropped them on the floor because you heard a loud noise.

They were gunshots.

There were dozens of them, groups of masked men that broke and intruded into the store. “GET DOWN AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP !” One of them shouted. All of the employees and customers panicked but obeyed, almost everyone immediately dropping to their knees.

While you were hiding behind the counter, slowly poking your head over to see what was happening.

The men were stealing valuable items, so you slowly but quietly and steadily crawled to the desk next to yours which had an SOS button under the bottom of the desk.

But before you could even reach the desk, one the masked men caught you, speaking loudly.

“What do you think you’re doing, pretty girl?” He asked in a deep, heavy French accent.

“I… uhm…” The words wouldn’t form, they wouldn’t come out. All you could do was stare at his tall, muscular figure. “Take everything you can fit into those bags.” The masked man said. He looked back down at you, a sly smirk spreading across his face.

“Including the pretty one.. take them aswell.” The masked man said, walking off.