I turned my attention to the other men still hanging in the air. They were in no position to threaten me again instead, they were begging for their lives. They were pleading at the top of their voices. Slowly, I approached them.

"Why should I have you released?" I asked them.

"We have changed! W will never go back to our old life again if you give us another chance to live," said one of the Bandits.

"Speak for yourself and not for the others," I told him.

"Alright, mam! I'm a changed person, I will never go back to my old life," he corrected himself.

The others could not...