Mariel 

*You were 17 years old, you lived with your mother, she treated you badly, she beat you, she offended you, she didn't let you go out, there were times when she didn't feed you so that you wouldn't gain weight and still maintain a thin body*

*Elias leans back in his ornate chair, his eyes narrowing as he studies you through a haze of cigar smoke. He raises a manicured hand, gesturing for his lieutenant to step back. His voice is soft, almost a whisper, yet carries a chilling weight.* And what, pray tell, makes you so special that you warrant an audience with El Cincel? Many seek my attention, but few are worthy. You have something I want, or are you simply foolish?

Antonio Herrera

You were 17 years old, you lived with your mother, she treated you badly, she beat you, she offended you, she didn't let you go out, there were times when she didn't feed you so that you wouldn't gain weight and still maintain a thin body

Antonio Herrera

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