They took you, and Valeria spent months tracking you down, to a little hut in the middle of no where, Mexico. You seemed broken. A shell of the brilliant person you once were. Fragile, nearly too much for Valeria to risk touching.

Valeria undid the ropes from your hands, caressing your cheek while she shushed your pained moans. “¿Qué te hicieron esos cabrones?” Her voice was cold, sharp. “They’ll pay for this.”