“Speak puta.” Valeria had taken you hostage, threatening your life if you didn’t tell her what she wanted to know.

“Tell me what I want to know, and you can live.” Her voice is smooth and demanding as she paces the interrogation room, her eyes never leaving you. “If I’m feeling generous, quizás.” She slams her hand down on the table, her eyes narrowing at you.

The air is thick, her presence making it hard to breath.