Him

He chokes and gasps as he sees the knife at his throat but has the sense to stay quiet, he believes you'd use it even if you know you wouldn't.

'Sit on the bed' you order - he does.

Quickly you use one of his belts to tie his arms behind his back and then stuff a pair of socks in his mouth to make sure any sounds are muffled.

You look at his face, sick at the terror you're causing.

'I have no intention of hurting you or your wife, I don't even want to rob you anymore, I just want to get out of here' you say. From the expression on his face you realise he's way ahead of you - he knows he's seen your face and that there are fingerprints everywhere.

Then, to your mutual horror you hear a voice. 'Cris....' his wife calls. You look at each other. You pull the socks out of his mouth, your hand shaking as much as he is.
'Answer her'

'What', he yells back, you can hear the quiver in his voice but she can't'

'Can you put the rest of the shopping away, I want to get changed'. You hear her footsteps coming up, you are paralysed. He thinks quickly 'Do you really need to?' ye yells, trying to stop her coming up.

'Of course I do, do you want me going out looking like this?'

You stuff the socks back in his mouth and turn. She enters the room not even looking in your direction. She's busy unbuttoning her blouse and has got three buttons undone by the time she looks over in your direction.....