In The Beginning Superbook Novels & Stories

He ordered someone, I feel a pinch in my neck and I'm out like a light. Waking up I find myself chained to the wall, one end connecting to my ankle the other to the brick wall. I'm laying on a plain mattress that smells musty. A tray of food sits in front of me, a bottle of water, a loaf of bread some carrots and thin slices of chicken. I force myself to finish the food not knowing when my next meal will be, eating for three now I have to think of my babies. "Hey!, I have to use the bathroom."

I stopped because I thought I heard a woman moaning. "Uhm! Uhm! Is it like this!" "Daddy's lion voice." I almost held my breath as I walked to Daddy's room. Their room will come first before mine. "Ohhh! Alfredo! It's delicious!" I slowly opened the open door of Daddy's room. And even if their lights are off and it has a dim light to have a little light in their room. "Uhm! Uhm! Uhm! That's enough! Ahhhh!" "Ohhh! Alfredo!"

There were also rare and ancient manuscripts displayed behind glass cabinets, their fragile pages protected for posterity. I gingerly approached one of the shelves and ran my fingers along the spines of the books. Each title seemed to beckon, promising a unique adventure within its pages. The room was so vast that it was impossible to take in everything in one glance. "Where do you even begin?" I wondered aloud, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer volume of books. "That's the beauty of it," Raffaele replied with a smile. "You can start anywhere you like. There's no right or wrong choice."