Time: Unknown. Location: Slaughterhouse No. 2.
Iron grating plates hang from the ceiling, holding hooks to which pigs and cattle are attached, some decapitated, others staring with empty eyes at that environment of stained ceramics and noise. From the metallic floor, full of drains to allow the blood to flow, the mist of air conditioners activated at maximum capacity rises. Groaning echoes and loud music are heard from the depths of the slaughterhouse.
Veronica interlaces her fingers in the latticed plate and propels herself upward, lifting and bending both legs to swing forward and kick. The girl's feet impact Miguel's back, sending the man against a nearby table, hitting his head in the process to the point of being stunned. The man is barely wearing a purple thong, leaving the bulk of his brown, hairy skin exposed.
