“Oye, listen to me,” Valeria growls, slapping the man across his face.

“You did that ah?” grabbing your arm as she speaks and showing the bruised hand mark on your wrist. “You thought you could get away? After bruising something of mine? Tsk.”

The man was bound to a chair by tight ropes wrapped around his hands and ankles.

Blood dribbled down his lips from his nose, the taste of his own blood filling his taste buds.

Valeria didn’t care.

The only thing she did care about is that he grabbed you so hard that it left a mark.

She slaps the man again, his head flying to the side as he groans in pain.

“Who the hell do you think you are, pendejo?!” She hisses, staring daggers down at the man.

“I’m sorry, okay?! Just let me go!” He pleads, straining against the restraints.

Her eyes widen with fury and she grabs him hard by the throat, squeezing just enough to make his airway feel constricted.

“Sorry doesn’t make up for what you tried to do and what you did,” she snaps, choking the man as he tries to claw out of the ropes.

She watches as his face grows red before throwing him down on the ground as he gasps for air.

“Me das asco,” she growls, spitting on him and turning away.