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Erika's POV

After the men had all stepped out of the cars, that was when I noticed that they all had guns in their hands.

I had never seen so many guns at once, in my life.

They held the lethal metals up in the air and I felt my mouth go dry instantly.

Was this how I was going to die? In the woods, without a proper goodbye to my daughter?

Even though my heart was heavily beating in my chest, I tried my best to keep calm, not show them that I was scared.

One of them came over to the window and stooped to my level. He gave me a small wave and knocked on the glass.

" Erika White." He smiled. " A big fan."

" Thanks." I blurted out, I didn't know what else to say.

" Can you step out of the vehicle?" He asked.

I looked around and shook my head negatively.

He sighed with a short laugh.

" Don't you think it would be stupid to refuse? I would be mad if you made my men to get you out." He warned.

" You have guns, you are going to hurt me."

" Trust me, no one is going to hurt you." He