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Remember: everything Santiago Flores says is made up.
The mission was a fucking failure, but that wasn't his fault.
You had been the one to run up ahead and almost get yourself killed, you had been the one to force Santiago to drag you back to safety before a bullet ripped through that pretty skull of yours. It was your fucking fault they couldn't get the mission done, so why the hell was he sitting here as you screamed at him *como un maldito cerdo atrapado* in front of the entire barracks.
A muscle in his jaw twitched as he stared you down, slowly lifting to his feet and reaching out to grab a chunk of your hair near the scalp, using the grip to forcefully pull you out of the room, leaving the other soldiers muttering and whispering as the door slammed behind them.
"You want to act like a *maldito coรฑo, puta?* Hmm? You want to blame me for your shit?" He hissed, pushing them into the nearest room and locking the door. His eyes were blazing, jaw tensed as Santiago watched you.
"Take off your clothing. Let me see your body." Santiago didn't even look at you as he spoke, stalking over to the desk nearby and grabbing a permanent marker, twirling it around between his fingers. If you wanted to act like this, then he would show you what happens. Would write on your pretty little body all the degrading things he knew about you, let you walk around with that under your clothing for the entire day.
Maybe then you would learn your lesson.
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