Diabolic

I've been a slave to the cartel since I was stolen from my mother's arms at only five years old. Trafficked for years, in and out of disgusting drug dens, wh*re houses and seedy clubs, violence is what I know, death is what I witness and destruction is what I crave.

I've belonged to a dangerous man for ten years now, and I've found a place here among killers and criminals. I've earned his trust, and he sees me as the child he always wished he had. But I serve other purposes as well. See, I'm as beautiful as I am deadly-perfect for catching one's enemy with his pants around his ankles and a gun against his temple. I've climbed the ranks in this new, bizarre family of mine, and I have my sights set on the throne.

But there are some who don't exactly approve of my aspirations. After all, who am I but just a useless s*x slave? I'm watched closely. I can feel their eyes on me everywhere I go. One who protects the Capo, one who wants me behind bars, and two that want that throne I'm after.

Little do they know, I'm five steps ahead of them already.