Nina's p.o.v
I was walking down the streets of London. Snow falling out of the dark grey sky.
My older brother, Ilias, and I just moved here a couple months ago. At first I didn't want to leave but since Ilias is all I have because our parents died in a car crash, I had to.
We moved here because Ilias got a great job opportunity at the biggest office of London.
My brother was at work and I needed some me-time, away from social media, so I decided to go on an evening walk.
"Well well" a voice spoke up which was sending shivers down my spine.
Who was this? What's happening? It feels like I can't breathe.
I was alone the entire walk so does this mean somebody was following me?
I slowly turned around to see a dark figure. He was very tall and he was dressed in a black jeans and a black hoodie.
Something was written on his hoodie, but I couldn't read it.
I started breathing heavily and searched for my phone in my pockets.
I couldn't find it and that's when I remember... I left that damn thing at home!
I wanted to run but that wasn't something this man would let me do.
"Don't you dare run away!" As he grabbed a black revolver and pointed it at my head. I couldn't move anymore.
He started walking closer. "Good girl" he smirked.
He was standing really close behind me.
He grabbed my both arms with only one hand, cuffed me and then, I could feel the cold gun touching my cheek.
I was breathing really heavy and he spoke again "don't be afraid, little angel. I won't kill you, yet." He started laughing with his head turned up, watching the sky.
That's when I decided to take my chance and tried to escape.