Jared held back my thrashing figure as I wailed and huge salty tears gushed down my face. It was useless writhing, as Jared was too strong and would not let me go. Not until it was all over, but by then it would be too late. Not being able to do anything was pure and utter agony. How could everyone just stand by when injustice was playing out right before their very own eyes?

Out of the whole crowd Jared was the most heartless and disgusting. He smiled at my obvious frustration and the tortured look in my eyes. He was the one who had organised all of this. In a matter of time he would be a murderer. He was the one who had sent all these innocent people to their death.

The whole crowd chanted and that’s when I knew I had failed the victims who now stood waiting to die. They would die and the only thing I could do was struggle in the hands of their killer. I cried, because there was nothing else I could do. I wished I could die with them.