Ain't No God in Mexico[Natasha, Violet[

The room Natasha was led to was just an office. Computers, desks, chair, and a mini fridge that seemed to be recently stocked was all she found. The woman that was getting the food put it all in and old plastic bag before heading back. Down the way, there was a set of stairs that led down into a basement. The women waved at her two friends before heading down to the basement with the bag.

Man one was armed with a pistol and a knife, both currently stuffed in the line of his pants. Man two was armed with a shot gun and his own knife, which was also put away, but located at his right boot. They participated in casual conversation, mainly speaking in Spanish, while discussing having "fun with the girl."

In the basement, the floor was concrete, the walls brick, and there was barely any light. To the far back, a chain wall wrapped around two people hanging from old hooks by roped wrapped multiple times around their wrists. The hooks were attached to a chain that was melded to a metal beam on the ceiling. One of these people was a man, bloodied and bruised. He was unconscious and the blood was mostly dry on his face, shirt, and in a puddle on the ground. Once Natasha investigated, it would become clear that he was dead.

The other person was exactly who Natasha was looking for. Violet’s feet weren’t even touching the ground. Her head hung as if she were sleeping. Her clothes were dirty and bloody. A trail of clear lines marked her face, clearly having been crying through the dirt that covered her skin. Her visible injuries was a busted lip and a bruise on her cheek and left eye. “Aye, look who finally gets some food.” The woman said, dropping the bag on an old metal workbench and pulling out a few bits of junk food and a bottle of water. Something was better than nothing...

From behind Natasha, someone had been following her the entire time. The officer that gave her this address was sneaking up behind her, coming down the basement stairs as quietly as he could, holding his gun out in front of him, ready. Once he got a clear shot, or was spotted, he fired his gun at Natasha, aiming for center mass. "Hey, chica. You should have stayed home instead of sticking your nose in our business. Now you and your little girlfriend are going to die here together."

If she had not already been handled, the woman with the food immediately pulls out her gun and runs toward Violet, ready to use the girl as a hostage.

Violet twitched at the sudden earsplitting pop of the officer's gun, the chain that held her rattling as she stirred. She barely held her held up for a second before it fell back down. She had no strength to really see what was going on.

The woman did not get a chance to fire. She aimed at the officer and then at the blonde on the floor. "Castillo, what the fuck is going on?"

"Shut up, Dani," he said, holstering his gun. "The blonde bitch is the girl's friend. She came looking for her and I didn't have time to warn you."

"You're lucky you didn't shoot me."

"I've got better aim than that, idiot. Now, help me get her in the cage."

"Ain't she dead?"

"So? Put her ass in the cage," Officer Castillo said. Maria walked over to the cage and unlocked it with keys she had on her belt. Officer Castillo went to grab Natasha by the wrist and drag her toward the cage. "The bitch took out Javi and Diego before I could catch up. Boss ain't gonna be too happy about that."

"Shit, we're fucked if those two are dead..."

The woman barely got the cage open when Natasha shattered her jaw. The officer had his gun out to fire, but Natasha practically disappeared on him and the next thing he knew he was in immense pain, couldn’t breathe, laying on his back, and was coughing up bits of blood. "Y-You... bitch." he said, before going limp.

Violet suddenly fell and was caught. Something was warm. A closer look at Violet's condition would reveal multiple bruises. Her arm was likely broken, at least fractured with the dark purple discoloration. Her body shook from the cold and pain combined. Her shirt was torn and her jeans were unbuttoned.

"Auntie Nat..." Violet could barely speak, her voice coming out in a quiet whisper. Violet fought with every ounce of energy she had to lift her head. "Can I go home now?" Violet asked, but there was no way she was talking about Texas. Natasha likely wasn't aware that she had a whole house in the City of Light! No matter, what Natasha automatically knew was Violet desperately needed a hospital.