My father sold me to the Mafia King

He anchored the wheels of his chair for a single second with supreme confidence, delivering in an ambiguous, terrifying tone: ”You most certainly will... you shall see that for yourself very soon.”

I shoved the door with every ounce of violence, hatred, and malice I possessed, locking it firmly in his provocative face. I leaned my exhausted, completely trembling back against the cold wood of the door, closing my eyes as my breaths caught in a sharp, hysterical pace and my heartbeats threatened to puncture my chest.

I genuinely did not know how to behave in this thunderous, sudden situation; I could not yet comprehend or believe the notion that he had discovered my secret, distant place here in this forgotten village, and now he arrived with such sheer audacity and simplicity to demand that I donate a segment of my own body to his grandson!

He is insane... completely insane and sick, by all that is holy, believing that the world revolves around his orbit!

My palms clenched with violent force over the fabric of my cotton trousers, and I whispered: ”I will not donate a single atom of my liver to anyone... I will never execute that for the sake of their filthy family!”