The Mafia King: To Insanity
The Mafia King: Prologue

My entire body was shaking, how dare she. I step away from Vincenzo as I approach his mum the closer, I get, the angrier I become. “How long?’ I question. I keep my gaze fixated on her daring her to speak. I could feel my eyes darkening, as my mind begins recalling the horrors I once had to endure. She looks at me confused almost scared. ‘Listen I-‘ putting my hand up cutting her off I point a finger at her and repeat myself.

‘I said. How. long?” my voice becoming rigid as I felt the hairs on my body stand up. No response I nodded my head elaborating, “How long do you think it would take you to break, if I simply left you in a cold, dark cell to rot?’ I slightly tilt my head giving her time to process my question. “I know the answer” I state, with a cynical smile begging to form on my lips as I fought back tears. Anna’s chest visibly tightened at my statement. “Humans need company” I murmured as I took a step back looking out the window dazing off a little.

‘They go a little crazy without it. You hate me so much, perhaps you’d prefer to be left on your own, hm? No parents, no family … completely cut off from the world. Isolated made to feel like a dog. The only form of human contact being the man torturing you repeatedly. enduring all kinds of torture being used against your will”

I turned around facing Anna once again, tilting my head slightly. ‘I always imagined that’s what death would be like. A cold, dark cell, unable to move or do anything. Trapped in your own head with no one else to guide you out of the dark places you end up in. An eternity of conscious nothingness.’