The ringing in Maria's ears did not cease as she watched Jane struggle. She was tied to a chair, and Maria knew, despite the years that had passed, that if it was not for the gag in Jane's mouth, her abductors would have received insults that would make their ancestors roll in their graves. Maria's fist was clenched so tight that her nails dug into her flesh. If she was to put any more pressure on, she knew she would make her hands bleed.
But that was the least of her worries.
Her rage was fueled when a familiar face poked his head into view, a confident smile on his face as he played with Jane's purple, straight strands.
"Hola, Donna."
