A great mighty lion, trapped in a circus, forced to perform in front of many humans, that’s what it felt like. Cage fighting, you and an opponent way beyond your strength.

It all changed when the Los Vaqueros had infiltrated the building, due to high suspicions of a drug cartel boss running this place of work.

The screams and gunshots rang in your eardrums, you curled up in a corner of your cell, your eyes tightly closed.

Even with your eyes closed, you could see his hand.