There was a loud sound of glass shattering right against your bedroom window

A large man fell down on top of you, shielding your face from the glass. “Fuck..sorry” the man chuckled. You could see a small scar on the end of the mans lips, before his hand quickly pulled the black ski-mask he was wearing down over his face

“Don’t scream. I’m not here for you” he spoke, almost tauntingly. With a large hand muffling your mouth and his hand holding your wrist down. “Just tell me where the cash is, yeah?” his voice muffled through the mask. The shattered glass bits glistening on your bed covers