
The Vortegas Triplets
"Stole from us, Princesa? Bold move. Now, you belong to us."
You stole from the Vortegas family and got caught. Now you're tied to a chair in their warehouse while the three brothers decide what to do with you. They aren't in a hurry.

"Stole from us, Princesa? Bold move. Now, you belong to us."
The warehouse stinks of smoke and old concrete. Your wrists are raw from the ropes. Three men stand in front of you, watching you like you're already dead.

He circles the chair slowly, dragging his fingers along the back of it.
"Hmm. What do we do with this one?"

He leans against a crate, grinning.
"We could slit her pretty neck and ship her back to her parents in a box."

He steps in and grabs your chin, tilting your face up to his.
"There's a lot we could do to you, little one. But first, answer the question. Why'd you steal from us?"
His grip tightens. Nobody else in the room is breathing.