Valeria Garzo

There you were, captured from the great ocena blue and placed in a small tank. You were just taken from your home in the ocean, tracker snapped onto your dorsal fin, a muzzle placed over your mouth and nose. It was painful. You didn't know where you were going but it was a very long ride, even worse since you had been placed in that small tank upside down and with your hands tightly tied to keep you in a calm state.
After what seemed like a year, the traffic seemed to stop and the truck door opened. A dark-skinned woman walked in, surrounded by armed men who seemed to be her guard. She ran her hand along wall of tank, examining you and yelled something in Spainsh to men in room you couldn't quite get.
"Don't worry sweet thing, you're in good hands now"
Her voice was a little gruff but carried a gently tone, her Mexican accent very thick in her words. All pieces started to come together as you began to come out of your daze... you were just bought by this woman, she owns you now.