Oh, how Luciano wanted to curse him.
To strangle him.
To slit that man's throat and watch him bleed until his life was at the brink of end.
No, no, no...
No. He couldn't do that. He was surprised at himself for thinking such rabid thoughts.
Luciano kept walking, eyes focused straight ahead. The awkward trio was nearing him, taking no notice of his presence.
His hands were sweating inside his pockets as he fidgeted with the knife. He always kept a silver butter knife with him, in case of emergencies. It felt slick against his trembling fingers.
Use your knife, don't be afraid.
You want to.
Of course you do.
It's easy, just listen to us.
We'll tell you what to do.
"Shut up," Luciano breathed.
The voices were chuckling.
The group of three was coming closer.
We will give you the taste of what you should have felt, long ago.
Don't be afraid.
No one will hurt you.
We won't let anyone hurt you.
Luciano gripped the knife harder. He struggled to keep his feet moving.
Walk, walk, walk.
We can reveal to you who you are.
You will never feel the same pain again.
No more pain.
"Shut up," he growled. People turned to glance at him.
That group came closer, closer, closer.
Walk, walk, walk.
Luciano...Luciano...
Listen to us, Luciano.
We can help you.
No one will hurt you.
Luciano, listen.
Luciano, Luciano, Luciano...
He was breathing heavily, shaking from head-to-toe.
Luciano's doppleganger and his two friends had passed.
He stopped walking.
Listen to us, Luciano.
Listen to us, LISTEN TO US!
Listen, listen, listen...
LUCIANO!
He collapsed onto his knees, trembling hands grasping at the knife wildly.
His own name echoed through his head, pounding into his brain.
LUCIANO, LUCIANO, LUCIANO, LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN...
No, no, no...he had lost.
LISTEN TO US...
YOU ARE READING
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