You struggled against your restraints, taut rope cutting into your wrists, making you cry out a little. It’s dark in the room apart from a slither of light under the doorway. Suddenly the light expands. The door swings open and a broad figure looms over you. You fidget, trying to get free again. The man takes a couple of paces closer and drops into a squat. You still can’t see him, he’s only a dark shape.
“Stop fighting.” He growls, gesturing towards you with what you suppose is a knife. You spit towards him, missing him, but getting your message across.
“I’ll fight you to my dying breath” you hiss back. The man whistles low, and then he chuckles.
“Little firecracker!” He exclaims. “Do you have a name?”
You shake your head, face scrunching up in disgust. You can’t remember how he got you here, but now all you cared about was getting away, perhaps make him suffer along the way.
“No? Well how about I give you one? I’ll call you my little dragón chica, because you’re so firey”
Suddenly you can hear a spanish twinge to his voice, you clench your fists, wanting him to come closer so that you can knee him in the face, make him hurt.
“dragón Chica, It suits you doesn’t it?” He laughs again, warm and rough. “I’m Vasquez, But you can call me Escorpion.”
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