The first thing I became aware of when I awoke was a bright light dazzling my eyes then a gloved hand clamping firmly over my mouth. Then I heard a voice, deep but definitely female whisper in my ear, 'Make one sound and you're dead, Mister!'
As the flash-light was turned away from my eyes I began to focus on the intruder in my bedroom, although her nose and face was covered with a green bandana I could see she was a black woman, very tall with a slim but muscular build, she was dressed in a black T shirt, tight black jeans and black trainers.
She removed her hand from my mouth and from the back of her jeans removed a gun and pointed it at me, 'I didn't expect anyone to be at home but if you do exactly as you are told you wont get hurt, do you understand me!'
I nodded my head, I wasn't going to argue with that gun.
'Okay, I don't want you trying to make a run for it so I'm going to tie you up, do have any rope or duct tape in the house?'
'No,' I said.
What about some scarves or neck ties?'
'There are some in the drawer there.' I replied.
She removed a couple of ties and two of my large handkerchiefs from the drawer.
'Turn over!'
She took one of the ties and bound my wrists painfully tight behind my back then bound my ankles with the other.
'I want all the money in the house, where is it?' she turned me face up on the bed, staring at my naked body.