Your head pounds as you awake to see a damp and dark room. Your nose crinkles at the smell of mildew and blood. You feel the cold bindings of chains strapped to your ankles and your hands bound to the chair. You hear muttering coming from the other side of the door before you see three figures walk in.

“¡Vete!” says the woman. The men file out as she takes a step forward and into the dim lamp light.

She peers down at you with a smirk. “thought you could hide from me, mi amour?”