Surviving The Mafia

Part 5

Part 5

I tried to close my mouth, but it wouldn't shut. And I stood there gaping at the man who just didn't know how to leave me alone. It was weird how he was back on his feet when I had knocked him out just a while ago. Maybe he was a supernatural being.

"Hello dandelion," Severon said, the wicked smile not leaving his face.

"Oh hello, I'm glad you're here. I knew the police had the wrong person in custody, but now that you're here, they can lock you up and let me go. Hurry, go call the cop over there." I pointed to my right.

"Actually, they have the right person in custody, dragonfly," he said, arrogance oozing off him in waves.

"What do you mean?" I glanced left and right to see if there were any cops around, but the corridor was deserted, except for the criminal standing in front of me.

"Well, I had given an order to the police to lock you up if you ever came here, and well, here you are," he explained.

"And why would they listen to you?" He was a criminal. He'd kidnap my sister and was probably torturing her.

Severon leaned closer to me, as if about to tell me a secret. "Didn't I tell you, dandelion, I own this country," he whispered darkly.

"Oh right, I do remember. In that case, I have a few issues with this country that I want you to resolve," I stated, looking around my cold, dreary, gray cell.

Severon frowned, as if confused. "What?" He enquired.

"Well, to start with, you need to paint these cells with bright colors. I mean, it's so depressing in here; there are no colors except gray, and that is only one shade, you do know that there are fifty shades of gray, don't you. If you can't paint these cells with bright colors, then at least add more shades of gray," I rambled on.

"Stop talking," he ordered, annoyance flashing in his voice.

"Okay, if you promise to bring paints for me so I can paint my cell. What do you think, would unicorns look good on that wall." I pointed at the wall behind me.

Severon leaned even closer until his face was pressed against the bars. "What the fuck is wrong with you? People are scared to death when they are behind bars, and you stand here making demands. Does nothing scare you or your amygdala doesn't work?" He seethed.

I shrugged. "Well you can't really blame these people being scared behind bars, I mean have you seen these cells, it's like Azkaban in here, and these gray walls are like dementors, sucking the life out of a person, that's why I'm telling you to paint these walls with bright colors. And there are a couple of things that scare me, and what did you say about that dala thing, I didn't understand," I babbled.

"Mark my words, I am going to make you regret the day you ever tried to talk back to me," he snarled.

"Okay, but first, can you mark my request on your to-do list? It's seriously awful in here, and dude, I regret the day I met you, and you talk about me talking back to you." I scoffed, then turned my back on him and walked around. "How long am I going to be here?" I asked.

"As long as I want." Came his answer.

"And how long is that?" I queried. I should paint flowers on the next wall.

"Until you learn to submit to me," Severon replied.

"Okay, in that case, can you go to my apartment and bring my mattress, pillow and ten teddy bears for me? And don't forget a few clothes and food," I said.

"Why?" He asked irritably.

"Because I'm going to be here forever." I should paint teddy bears on the other wall.