Is It LOVE?

My shift

Dez POV

It's currently 10 till closing I can wait to go home and be on vacation. There are 3 of us working the night shift for safety reasons according to the boss. Last year someone shot up the shop across the street so that's his reasoning. I look over at Lucy and Jeff, my coworkers, and see them goofing around. Doesn't bother me much tho they are always flirting.

"I don't know why there has to be 3 of us here if something were to happen I'd be the first to jump up and protect us" Jeff says.

"Of course you would, because you aren't just bones and flesh" I respond.

"Are you jealous"
"Of course, I'm jealous of a zombie" I respond sarcastically.
"Well I think you'd scare off the criminals with your face" he responds.

I give him a look and continue stacking the shelves. I look at the clock and see 5 minutes till. Jeff and Lucy are in the back room at this point probably making out or something.

I hear the front door opens and greet the customer with the warmest tone that I can do at the moment. Customers always come when we are about to close. I'm used to it though.

I walk to the cash register and wait for the customer to finish. It's an elderly couple. I smile when I see they have matching shirts. They walk to the canned food section and debate on which can of Chile to cook their hotdogs with. Eventually they finish and I check them out. I give them a smile and they give me a hard candy.

It's 1 minute till. I go to sweep the floors and call out for Lucy and Jeff to help out. They don't respond. I shrug it off and lock the front doors.  I change the sign from open to closed and walk towards the back. I look for Jeff and Lucy and see Jeff tied up with his clothes off laying on a stack of boxes.
"Ewwyou guys are at work do that when you get to your houses"
I turn around and see Lucy chained to a pipe.
"What the actual fuck...what kinda kinky shit."
I walk towards Jeff when I am grabbed by this random hand. Immediately I slap him and he grabs my arm and throws me to the floor.

Instantly I feel something on top of me. I hate it when ppl touch me. I turn over in attempt to push whatever it was off of me. Then I hear a voice.
"Enough! Tie her up"
I turn to look where it came from and it was a man wearing a white wife beater and cargo pants. He looked to be 6'5, he had caramel skin green eyes and curly hair. (Aka FINE ASF)
I struggle to fight them and they hold me down and tie my arms together. I start to kick but then they tie my legs up and hang me by my legs from the ceiling.

One of the men wanted target practice and pulled out a pistol. I scream to the top of my lungs and they tape my mouth shut.