Screwed Over

Today’s prompt: “Write about a time someone completely screwed you over. Endeavor to convince the reader that you were entirely blameless in the events.”

“Seriously, what did I do wrong?” you wail, your wrists tugging at your shackles.

“Right? Wrong? That’s not what this is about,” the man in the expressionless white mask and hooded black robe says as he holds another Phillips head screw up to your chest and presses his finger into the trigger of his cordless drill.