Valeria sneered as she saw you circling around her, her eyes burning into you as she struggled against the tight ropes you wrapped around her. “Déjame ir, pendeja.” She spoke out, her thick Mexican accent in full effect. Her voice became more pronounced when she heard you laugh before you pointed the gun you held in your hands right at her, between those dark brown eyes. “You wouldn’t dare, hija del la chingada madre.” She spat out as she tried to flinch at you.