Valeria once knew you. You used to be a scared kid that was sold to her, lost in the human trafficking scene. But you broke out of that, somehow. You were able to run free and get your life together, at least a little. You took up comedy and loved doing shows. It was a good way to forget the life you once knew.

After a good show, you left the comedy club and noticed your shoe was untied. You got on one knee and tied it properly. Someone came up to, standing directly in front of you.

"When do you do shows?" They ask.

You didn't look up, you were to busy finishing up your shoe laces. "I do one every Tuesday." You replied. You stood up and finally realized who it was. Valeria. She had that usual sadistic looking smile that a person could never forget.

"Hey, ninõ, been a while, ay?"