You were trembling as you felt the cold metal of the gun the stranger behind you held, rest against the temple of your head.

"W-who are you?" you asked with a shaky voice, the fear completely palpable, however, because it was pitch dark the terrified expression etched onto your face remained unnoticed

"I'm not here to answer your questions, sweetheart. Your father needs to pay for what he's done to us so I'm gonna take you with me," he uttered nonchalantly, forcefully leading you to a black van