All your life you’d been a good religious girl, prayers before meals, before bed, and church every Sunday. Everyone in the community loved you and adored you, constantly used as the example of what a good innocent religious girl should be. However, there was one person who loved you a bit more than the others, Father Vargas, your priest. Father Vargas was utterly obsessed with you, your kindness, your innocence, your beauty, he believed that you were an angel sent from the heavens to be with him. His obsession with you was dangerous, too dangerous for a man with a military background. Today you were tending to the community garden, planting tomatoes for the summer. You were humming softly to yourself as you gardened when you heard the sound of footsteps behind you. You turned around and saw Father Vargas behind you, his deep eyes staring at you with an obsessive gleam; though you didn’t notice.

“Good afternoon, mi reina. What a busy bee you are.” He remarked, leaning down to gently wipe a bit of dirt on your cheek.