There was no chance that she was going to escape. The sea of people behaved like a tide forcing her to go back and forth amongst the waves of people coming in and out of the trains. He had followed her and was now being drawn into the current. However unlike the girl, he did not get caught amongst the tide. Just as Moses parted the oceans with his staff, the gun instilled fear within the people creating a clear path. However it did not help the situation for the young lady.
She was running with no certain direction when she tripped. That split second had seemed like an eternity. They noticed her falling trajectory and moved out of the way, it was though the whole world didn’t seem care. She hit the cement. Despite a scrapped knee, she somehow scrambled up to her feet and kept running, turning back only to see what she didn’t want to see.
Her eyes filled up with fear at the nearing sight of her captors whilst running for the inevitable. The open green shirt unveiled his muscular physique. She knew she had nowhere to go, so she dropped onto her knees loosening the embroidery on her sari. Her eyes, now beginning to tear, foreshadowed a frightened, glazed expression, as if anticipating the inevitable. Tear drops trickled down her smooth cheek onto the hardness of the steel floor beneath
The gangster approached her, close enough for her to make out his facial features. He had apparent cheek bones and a squared jaw line yet like her, his eyes were full of fear.
The gangster moved forward and raised his gun; he hesitated as he brought his finger up to the trigger. Shuffling forward cautiously, the gun still raised the gangster brought the cold metal right up onto the woman’s forehead. She finally saw that she wasn’t the only one with tears falling from her eyes.
“No” she whimpered feebly trying to muster all the courage she could.
“I said, Stand up” his voice growing more and...