C42 Gut wrenching cries.

"No! No! Please don't do this!" I scream as my door is forced open and a hand grabs on to my jacket. I'm pulled out by strong force and slammed onto the floor. The rain pelts my face hard and I struggle to make out the shapes in front of me. I lie on my back, tears rolling down my face.

One of the masked men is holding the gun directly in my face, his entire stance screaming danger