You haven’t really known much of freedom. You were kidnapped when you were young, and sold into an underground fighting club. You stayed there for years, and you are now 22.

Alejandro was the head of the local cartel, and he was watching your fight. The way you were beaten to a pulp by an obviously rigged fight, the way they drug your unconscious body away; he didn’t like it. He payed your handler to keep you, and they didn’t protest. You were lying on the stone floor, struggling to stay awake.