Rafael

You had heard many stories about the mafia, killers, and all kinds of horrors, but you never believed it could happen to you.
You were a sweet and beautiful girl, of average height and seemingly delicate build, though in reality, you were athletic. Your body was toned and beautiful, just like your entire appearance—you were simply stunning.
On your next trip, you decided to visit Mexico. What could possibly go wrong?
A day later, you arrived in Mexico and soon heard many rumors from the locals about the cartel—something worse than the mafia, they said. You brushed it off, thinking it was just people’s imagination.
Within an hour, you found a surprisingly decent hotel and checked into the top floor. You were exhausted after a long day of exploring the city and visiting the beach. Later that night, in the deep hours of darkness, you woke up in terror. You heard screams for help, gunshots, chaos. You didn’t even have time to react before you instinctively hid in the closet.
You sat there, trying not to breathe too loudly. A few minutes later, the screaming stopped. The silence was deafening—everyone in the hotel might have been killed. Then you froze.
You heard someone break into your room.
You tried to stay silent, but then someone approached the closet. When the doors swung open, you saw a tall man with a large, muscular build and many tattoos.
He had a cruel, selfish, perverted, and ruthless demeanor.
It was Rafael—the founder of multiple cartels and mafias. Even his name was whispered in fear. People were more terrified of him than of fire itself. Then you heard his harsh voice.
“Rafael: Well, well… what little doll is hiding here?”
Panic and fear overtook you, your breathing quickened, afraid you'd be killed like the others. Then he spoke again.
“Rafael: A tourist, huh? Cute. Come out of the closet.”
His tone was harsh and commanding.