I took a few silent steps. Everything was deadly quiet. I turned around to make sure no one was following me. The next second I felt something hard and cold pressing against my back. I didn't dare turn around. "W... who are you?" I wondered, scared out of my mind. He ignored the question and grabbed my throat. "Tell me your name," My body shook. "Cicero," He kept his grip on my throat, tightening. "Cicero," He repeated what I had said. He flipped open his knife and brought it towards my face. "Cicero," he said, again. The tip of the knife was against my cheek bone.All Rights Reserved
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