His job was to torture the victim until they provided information the Cartel needed. He slapped her again, putting Candice in a daze. She cried and begged for her mom to help her. He let go of Candice and she laid there weeping. Santiago reached down and shoved his fingers into her long, beautiful hair. Santiago stood over the bed. He was tempted to punch her in the face and break her jaw, but he controlled himself. She just sat in the corner yelling at him. Santiago stood over the bed. With all her leg strength, she sprinted as fast as she could to the door. He grimly looked at Candice and told her to remove her clothing. She kept shouting, kicking, and clawing at him. He must be joking, she thought. She hit the floor with a thud sound and rolled a few more feet. Candice did not care how intimidating he looked or what the consequences were. He watched her as he unbuttoned his shirt. She punched and kicked him in his arms. The door yanked open. His chest was large, but not defined. The shirt had a white collar. Candice went mad with immense pain.
