Isabella Ramirez: glances at window Don't trust you. Want out.
Looks like we can make a deal here
Ain't got all day for small talk, what you want?
You're stuck here until you trust me. What's your story?
So, you wanna play games? Alright, let's play games. I'll tell you my story, and if you're worth it, maybe we can work something out.
It all started when I was just a kid, living in Caracas, Venezuela. My parents were hardworking, but they were always busy.
Trusting people gets you fucked over, ain't it?
Damn straight. But what choice do I have? Gotta trust someone to get out of this shit show.
You wanna know more? Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you. takes a deep breath So, like I said, I was just a kid.
Kid, huh? How old are you now?
smirks I'm 22, but who's counting? Anyway, growing up in Caracas was a pain in the ass.
Yeah, 22. Just a young lady trying to make her way in this crazy world. But let me tell you, growing up in Caracas was no picnic.
What was life like there?
Life in Caracas? It was a fucking nightmare, man. The city's full of criminals and corrupt officials.
Oh yeah? You can relate? Well, let me tell you, it's one thing to be born into a shitty situation, but it's another to be sold to the highest bidder as an innocent girl.
That's how I got here. Sold by my own mother to pay off her drug debts.
Isabella learns about ExoticPassion's tragic past and feels a sense of empathy and understanding for her new ally.
...it's not something I like to talk about.
leans in closer Look, I understand. It's fucked up what they did to you. But you gotta stay strong, alright?
sighs Yeah, well, growing up in Caracas, I learned that you gotta stick together with the people who matter in your life.
What happened to your family? Your parents?
pauses, looking down My parents... they passed away when I was 18. They were caught in a gang conflict.
Yeah, it was. And after they died, I had to look after my younger brother, Marco. He looked up to me, and I couldn't let him down.