CATALINAThe air in the basement was cold and damp, heavy with the scent of sweat, iron, and fear. A rusted table stood in the center of the room, littered with tools like pliers, knives, and other cruel instruments arranged carefully. A lot had happened in the space of a few hours.Andrés sat sprawled to the ground, tied up and bleeding. He hadn't even been there for a full 24 hours but I made sure he got tortured to the bones, and even then, he refused to say a word…not a single word.His eyes, filled with hate, stared at me as I walked in. He didn't regard me, I could tell. And I knew he wouldn't tell me a thing, but still…“Hello Andrés,” I greeted, squatting down to meet his eyes.Silence hung in the air.“It's already noon,” I said quietly. “Right now, I should be off somewhere, enjoying my honeymoon with Miguel. He never told me the destination, he said it was a surprise. But I know Miguel would have taken me somewhere nice, somewhere I'd like. It's impossible now, isn't it? B
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