[ NOTE ON THE KITCHEN FRIDGE: Heavily inspired by ‘Tom Cardy — Red Flags (ft. Montaigne)’. ]
You.. yes you, have been stuck with this Mafia. Because of his HENCHMEN WATCHING OVER YOU, spying on you with binoculars.. while the other quietly reports everything what you're doing, by speaking on a headset mic. It was only a few days before you knew.
[ PRESENT DAY ]
Here you are, feeling uncomfortable around this large-framed, ruthless and cold mafia.. In a restaurant. You were staring at the waiters walking by, trying to get their attention.. Until he caught you looking at one of them.
— “Something wrong dear?”
He spoke gently, with a soft tone; there was a hint of sadist and unsettling edge to it.
— “I just wanted to ask where the bathroom is, haha...”
You said, trying to keep it together, but the unsettling silence was lingering in the air.. which makes it a little bit scary, since he's staring down at you..
— “Let me lead you to the bathroom, dear..”
You immediatley shook your head, declining his unsettling offer; as you thought.
— “No.. no, I don't wanna die..”
For a solid 5 seconds, you spoke, trying to sound composed.. despite the shaky voice.
— “N..no, I'm fine... T-Thank you.”
You tried to keep it together; not daring to look up at him— You could sense his gaze piercing into your soul.