The Gun-Personal Narrative

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The gun was pressed hard against my forehead. I was tied up and couldn’t move. In the corner there was a woman dressed in all black whistling while emptying my belongings looking for something valuable. Too bad she won’t find anything here. It seemed like hours until after the gun was removed, but sadly, the ropes that kept me bound weren’t. Both the man and the woman searched everywhere in my small, cozy one-story home but what they were searching for wasn’t found. Somehow, these two criminals had kidnapped me while I was on my way back from work. Honestly though, I’m not very surprised this has happened to me. I’ve done my fair share of horrible deeds. What is a surprise is that after all these years, my past is finally catching up to me.

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