78. Make all your enemies disappear.

Sofia.

I have been put in a solitary confinement due to my troubles being too much and how I am dangerous to have a roommate, or so they said.

My room was now a small, stark cell, devoid of any personal touches or comforts. The walls were made of gray, cold concrete, with no windows to allow natural light or fresh air in. The only source of light came from a harsh, fluorescent bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting an unrelenting glare on everything in the room. The door was thick and made of steel, with a small rectangular window through which the staff can observe me. There were no other openings or air vents, making the air inside stuffy and stale.

The silence was deafening, with no sound except for the hum of the air conditioning. The bed, if it could even be called that, was a thin, uncomfortable mattress placed on a metal frame bolted to the floor. The only other piece of furniture in the room is a small, metal toilet and sink combo that was just barely functional.

There was no communication with the outside world, no way to tell the time or even know if it was day or night. The room was completely soundproof, isolating me from any noises outside, even if there were any to begin with. I was completely alone in this small, suffocating space, with nothing to do but stare at the bare walls and contemplate my own thoughts. It was a form of punishment designed to break even the strongest of wills, and it was clear that it was only making me worse because I was definitely even angrier.

I have spending most of my time lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, as the medication I was being given had made my brain foggy and disoriented. The room was devoid of any stimulation, with no books, TV, or other activities to occupy my mind. The definite effect of the confinement was oppressive and suffocating, leaving me feeling hopeless and trapped. The lack of human contact and any sense of normalcy or routine only added to my sense of isolation and despair. It angered me that I was being treated this way.

It had been so hazy for me for days such that even when the door opened, and a man entered my room, I could hardly believe it was real. His every step seemed deliberate and dramatic, as if he were performing on a stage. His body language exuded an air of confidence and power, his broad shoulders squared and his chest puffed out. His gait was slow and measured, with each step landing heavily on the ground, as if he were marking his territory. He moved in a way that demanded attention, as if he were the only thing worth looking at in the room.

The man's arms swayed slightly at his sides, and his hands curled into fists as he walked, emphasizing the intensity of his movements. His eyes were locked onto mine, never breaking their gaze, as if he were daring me to look away. As he approached me, he leaned forward slightly, his face looming closer to mine, creating an intimidating presence.

As I watched him approached my bed, I could not help but feel a sense of unease. His every movement was so calculated and precise, as if he were a predator stalking his prey. When he unlocked her restraints, my mind raced with disbelief - was this really happening, or was it just another hallucination?

My confusion was palpable as I asked the man who he was. “ Who are you?”

His unsettling smile sent shivers down my spine as he introduced himself, “I am Bruno. Bruno Amato and I have a very important job for you.” He simply answered my question.

I could feel his cold, clammy hand as he took mine and led me out of the room. As we both walked, I noted the chilly temperature of the floor, making me shiver. I tried to focus on my surroundings, taking in the sterile walls and the sound of my own footsteps echoing down the hallway. The combination of the freezing air conditioning and my still-foggy mind left me feeling disoriented and vulnerable. My fear was heightened by this man called Bruno’s presence and his mysterious job offer, and I could not help but wonder what kind of danger I was getting myself into. But as I followed him down the hall, my curiosity and desperation for freedom outweighed my sense of caution, and so, I continued on, unsure of what await me.

My eyes widened as I took in the sight of the doctors and nurses all held at gunpoint. I blinked not once nor twice as I kept trying to process what I was seeing. It was like something out of a nightmare. The doctors and nurses were huddled together, their hands raised in surrender as they whimpered and pleaded for their lives. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I looked from face to face, recognizing some of the people who have tormented me during my stay at the hospital.

I could hear their cries and pleas for mercy, which only added to my growing sense of unease. Despite the surrealness of the situation, I knew that this was all too real, and the fear of what might happen next began to consume me.

I looked over at Bruno, whose grip on my hand tightened, as if he could sense my apprehension and I saw that he was smiling. It was not a pleasant smile though; it was twisted and sinister, like he was enjoying the scene in front of us. Sofia feels a shiver run down her spine and pulls her hand away from him. His face remained expressionless as he surveyed the scene before us, his eyes flicking from one terrified face to the next.

I wondered what kind of person he must be to be able to do something like this, to hold innocent people hostage and threaten their lives. For a moment, I considered trying to make a run for it, but the sight of the guns in the hands of Bruno's men quickly dissuaded me from that idea. I felt trapped and helpless, completely at the mercy of this man and his violent companions.

"What's going on?" I finally demanded, my voice shaking.

Bruno's smile widened. "Just a little demonstration," he said. "To show you what we're capable of."

I did not like the sound of that at all so I started to back away, but one of Bruno's men stepped forward, blocking my path. I looked around frantically, trying to find a way out, but I was surrounded. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Bruno leaned in close to my ear. "I want you to work for me," he said. "And if you do, I'll make all your enemies disappear. Just like this."

And then suddenly, the loud sound of the gunshot echoed through the hallway as my eyes widened in terror. I felt the warm blood spatter on my face and clothes, and my mind struggled to comprehend what just happened as a sickening feeling rose in my stomach. I stared in horror and shock as a doctor fell to the ground, blood pooling around him.

I looked up at Bruno, who was now standing right beside me, and saw the sinister glint in his eyes. For a moment, I wondered if I had just traded one nightmare for another. I took a step back, trying to put some distance between myself and Bruno's men who were still holding the hospital staff at gunpoint. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I took in the scene before me.

The once-white walls were now splattered with blood, and the scent of death and fear filled the air. I could hear the desperate cries of the staff, pleading for their lives. Bruno's voice cut through the chaos, demanding my attention.

“Now, what do you say about my offer? Will you be happy to work for me while I make all your enemies disappear just like this?” He asked again.

My mind was in turmoil as I weighed my options. I wanted to escape from this place and see Deangelo again, but at what cost? The memory of the gunshot and the blood on my face was still fresh in my mind. I looked at Bruno, and even though his smile seemed charming, I knew that he was a dangerous man. I took a deep breath and nodded in agreement, hoping that this decision was one that was sure to help me in return.

As we all left the hospital, I took a lighter from one of the men. With a determined look on my face, I walked back towards the hospital, ignoring Bruno's protests. I entered the hospital, flicked the lighter, and set fire to everything in my path. The flames quickly spread, consuming the walls, curtains, and furniture. Smoke filled the air, making it difficult to see or breathe.

I moved from room to room, setting everything ablaze, even as patients screamed and tried to escape the chains and rooms they were put in and staffs tried to escape the place the were locked in by the men. The heat was intense, burning my skin and clothes but I pressed on, driven by a fierce determination to destroy the hospital and all the people in it. The fire quickly grew out of control, spreading throughout the building.

As I exit the hospital, I watched with satisfaction as the flames engulfed the entire building. The heat was so intense that I could feel it from where I stood. Smoke billowed into the sky, a dark cloud visible from miles away.

And then I heard Bruno’s voice beside me, “wow, you are even crazier than I thought. That’s exciting.”