You have to agree, she's smoking!
Gloria Trevi don't have nothing against these hips.
But..
How'd she met her husband? That's a whole nother story.
Here she was, a beautiful dame ready for lovin and cuddlin against the sheets.
Doesn't he know that she will stop anything to get a true love in reality?
Really, she had multiple lovers in a desperate search to get some loving time done.
And what did this cost her well it cost her a crown.
There was once an eight year old girl who met another boy. At only eight they said they wanted to marry each other.
How cute. How sweet. How sad.
She moved all the way from Germany to Mexico. She left her homeland. Had to say goodbye to her lover sweet chad. She missed him dearly and she never saw him again.
But then along came Lorenzo Gomez. She was fifteen and he was eighteen. They actually hit it off. And even planned to get married.
But one day she catches him. Doing it with her cousin Mary.
She was shocked. And they ended up breaking it off.
"Damnit, Nezo. I thought you were the one."
And then along came him...
Chakal, the Bandit King. The man of it all. The terrorizer of towns, the mister of evil. He was bad news.
And here comes the shocker. The one he was waiting for.
She stood there in the ball, waiting for the one to come and sweep her off her feet. What does she find? She finds him staring right into her.
He is tall. And what's he doing here? Why would he come? He had five wives? Why was she so special?
It's the prey and the predator in a dance. Enlocked in each other.
It's the prey who cowers in fear. And it's the predator who enjoys their games. Their dance is a difficult one. She's not the one who runs now is she?
And there she was.. stuck. But also entranced.
A year later and they married. Naturally, she was seventeen. Only sixteen when they met. Seventeen when they married.
There weren't any babies. Not even a bloody miscarriage.
There was this certain bandito. And he was oddly kind.
Isabel saw the good in him. And a fool she was.
Once again, it's their dance. A dance that captures one to tears.
Instead of a kiss of love it's a kiss of lust. One that will trap her into the void.
She can't protect herself from the eyes and they corner her into the very depths of their world.
She's done.
She's done.
Please let her out of the room. Dance of lust. Dance of lust.
She thinks she had a key but in reality, there wasn't any for her.
The prey and the predator
The prey and the predator
The prey and the predator
The prey and the predator
The prey and the predator
The prey and the predator
The prey and predator
Here comes my last morning shot to the world. I'm done.
And here is the last time I'll yawn. Nevermind, ever speak.
Here in this cell I am lost. Full of lies.
Liars they are what they've done.
Is lie! She doesn't do it! She doesn't love him!
The prey and the predator
The prey and the predator
The prey and the predator!
It's only two three. It's one two three.
One two three dances of lust.
Not one.
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FanfictionThese seven women should have been heard. And now they'll get their chance. The worst part was Chakal the Bandit King ruined all of them one by one.
