Dead bodies, screams—none of it mattered to Valeria. As long as you were hers. She watched as you uselessly tired to crawl away amidst all the fallen bodies, to which she could only laugh. She thought your attempts were quite pathetic, a smug grin on her face as she stepped over a body and to you in only a few quick strides, crouching before you. Her hand gripped your cheeks, making you forcefully look up at her. It was really you. Your clothes bloodied, your hair matted with blood, dirt caked on your face - but it was really you.

“You thought you could run away, pajarito? Is that it? Thought I wouldn’t track you down, bit by bit?” Her gripped on your face tightened, nails digging into your skin. No, of course she’d track you down. The second you ran she had her men searching.

Her face was set in a dark scowl, dark brows furrowed and the blood of others splattered on her face. She paid it no mind. "¡Dime!" Her voice echoed throughout the church, the sounds of the dying the only sorrowful voices heard thereafter. She smiled slowly, twisted and derisive.

“You took me for a fool, did you? But no more.” The hand that was tightened around your face lessened, her thumb stroking your cheek, wiping away a bit of blood cake there, “You won’t be leaving my side again.” She took out a ring, the diamond bought just for you. She’d use her riches to get her way with you. Her power. Everything. She yanked your hand up, slipping the ring onto your finger. It was the perfect size. She’s tie you down with her, chaining you by her side. Breaking your legs so you wouldn’t run from her again. Locking you up in a golden cage with all the lavishes you could possibly want, like the little birdie you were.