CAUGHT

She quickly averted her gaze and looked down, breathing heavily. Slowly, the man approached her and stood by her. All the life evaporated from her legs. Her heart began to pound slowly in her ears. "You are coming with me," he told her, she acted as if she didn't hear, "Ms. Sheharzaad," he uttered and that's when she looked up at him. "Respectfully, madam," his voice was a mutter, "you would not want the people to die over here. Come with me," Sheharzaad fought the tears forming in her eyes and she shook her head when he took out his gun from his holster. "Please, madam," "Please let her go," Amna came for her defense, "please. I request you. You can take me instead," "Ms. Sheharzaad you're coming with me before our boss comes here," Panicked, Sheharzaad, stood up, nodding her head. "Please don't tell him anything," she pleaded. "I haven't madam. Please come with me," he said and she followed him outside. "Have you told him?" she asked, helplessly, once they were on the road as the dri