"W-Who are You?..." I say, tears forming against my lashes...
I look around and see a man in his late 30s possibly early 40s sitting in the corner of the room... his hands franticly moving against a keyboard.
"My name is irrelevant... for you will not live to use it in court." he says. His tone of voice sounding threatening.
he continues to type and work on the computer until he stands and grabs a knife. He slowly edges towards me. His eyes barely meeting mine.
"Cassandra Milicent Well... I presume if my research is correct" He says slyly...
'I mean SERIOUSLY stalker much...' I think as I continue to sit there...
"ANSWER ME GIRL!" He yells as he comes closer still gripping that knife
"y-y-yes...." I stutter out as the tears start to fall against my cheeks
"Good..." He walks up to me and holds the knife against my throat
"It means all my searching is done... and your dreaded family can be where you all belong... 6 feet under" he laughs out the last bit... his eyes laced with anger.
"But... since I am SO VERY NICE I will make your death painless" he says as he steps away towards a draw in the desk. For about 2 minutes he rummages though the draw until his hands rest upon what he was looking for... a small... sharp... syringe... filled with a strange liquid...
"Now stay quiet CASSANDRA and you will die painlessly" he says as he waves the syringe in front of my face as if I was stupid. He smiles as he watches my helplessness and then stares at me in the eye.
"Don't. Say. A. Word."...
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Questions
Mystery / ThrillerThey say curiosity killed the cat... well its not the only thing it almost killed... 16 year old Cassandra asks herself questions everyday... Why is she here? What is the purpose? Why is her mother dead?
