I closed the back door behind me, looking back at the establishment I had spent the past 3 weeks working at; many would argue it was time wasted.
'Don't get yourself down!' I thought to myself. 'Busboys are very important for a restaurant to run smoothly!' I sighed and mentally scolded myself for quoting Boss man when he gets on me for slacking off.
I started down the sidewalk to my street, a few blocks down from the restaurant. The cold autumn night air chilled my skin, which felt surprisingly pleasent. The street lamps along with the crescent moon were the only light battling the darkness as I walked. Everything was quiet... Even the crickets stopped chirping.
I felt myself stop moving.
I tried to whip around but I was constrained by a pair of big arms around my body.
"What the hell, let--!" Duct tape crudely sealed my mouth and a bag was pulled onto my head.
I tried to make some form of noise and struggled to get free to no avail as I was dragged down the sidewalk away from my home. I was eventually stopped and picked up by my torso so I could be put in the truck of a car. I felt the trunk door slam shut and the engine rumble to life. The car started moving and at that point, I knew I was as good as dead.
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