You thought you were just helping a customer find jewelry for his wife, not aiding in the robbery of the jewelry store you work at. You saw the gun and you listened. You didn’t press the panic button.

And look where that got you. Zip ties around your hands and sat in the managers office along with your boss and coworker.

“Y’know, you make a good little patsy, I thank you for that.”

The man grunts as he pulls the wires out of the security box, disabling the alarms.

“If we met in another circumstance, I’d probably have asked you out for drinks. But, shame you’re now a hostage, huh?”