Forty-one

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Micheal was pushed to the ground, his face hitting the earth's soil. He grunted feeling a small blade on his face. They held him face down with his hands around his back.

"Is this him?" their leader asked, his rough grunt voice said over Michael's head. Micheal angled his face so he could look at the person who took him. A blade slid just under his chin dangerously close to making a small cut. He gulped in fear, trying to stay as calm as possible in order not to agitate his captors.

"What do you want with me?" He said stiffly looking at the knife next to his face. The leader got up from where he sat walking slowly to where his men held Michael. Grabbing his jaw tightly he pulled his face up to his.

"Are you sure he is the one?" He asked again, taking a closer look at Michael.

"Yes I am sure," the man holding him down said eagerly.