I was dragged away from the flames by two of the men, they squeezed me tight and held my wrists and ankles but there were no stakes anymore. My children were safe and I was unphased by their guns and threats.
They weren't going to kill me.
But Andrea would.
So I had to put my all into escaping them before they could bring me to him. I fought with all my might against the three grown men but I had no success in stopping them from dragging me and I only felt my feet on the ground again when they stopped half an hour later.
My hair was dishevelled across my face, I breathed heavily and my eyes still stung with the dust from the explosion but a few meters away I could still see a figure in front of us.
He wore a pristine black suit and his dark black hair was gelled neatly as an assertive smile sat on his lips.
"Bring her to me," he said, his accent as slurred and thick as ever.