I took the plastic fork that came with the piece of cake in the pocket of the yellow overalls for the presidency. Even though I was fragile, I could stick it in the eyes of one of the bitches. There were a lot of scoundrels, in number of twenty or more, they could jump on me and in a few seconds leave me in mincemeat, but this way they would have seen that it had been ordered by someone, a crime ordered by the people outside.

This would certainly complicate many people, especially big fish like the commander of the detention house, jailers and everything else that would have to explain to human rights personnel. I waited patiently for them to get away, then went on to the large patio where we gathered for the usual sunbath. Extremely dangerous place, because we were all exposed and without the least security.

Suddenly one of the women who was standing next to the wall I leaned against falls and is shaking all over while a lot of foam comes out of her mouth, she seems to be having a seizure, as she was the closest, I could not refuse to pay him help. Still crouching, trying to keep my head up while asking for help to the jailers, which in no way happened.

 I felt a strong blow to the back of the neck that expelled me to the floor. Stunned, I was unable to get up, as I received several kicks and kicks from all over the place given by women who previously ate me alive with their eyes during our stay in the cafeteria.

 I was badly beaten and had several fractures in my body without forgetting those pierced with something sharp on my back and on one of my arms. They left me lying there on the floor in agony until they came to help me, everything did not last more than one to two minutes, it was a planned and quick action so that it was not known exactly where the aggression came from.

 And a false story was created to launch all the blame for what happened. I stayed in nursing for two days and was warned by Helena, a tall, muscular and tattooed black woman who worked there providing first aid in cases like that, to avoid being too exposed to the enemies I won at the penal house.

Because it was evident be their intention to take my life, after the risk was passed, I was grateful to the skies for not having broken any of my bones and the pierced ones were not deep enough to reach any vital organ, otherwise it would have become ham. It just so happens that I would have to return to the cell and return to daily contact with the bandits who for some reason wanted my blood.

 I was made aware by one of those responsible for guarding the cells that the woman would only have pretended to go into crisis so that I would neglect myself and the others would cowardly attack me, as it really happened. She ingested two pills made of a substance that creates foams on contact with saliva so that I thought it was a case of serious health and was going to help her.

 As I actually did, and allowed them to surprise me. I wondered how anyone could have a heart so bad as to plot an evil plan like that.  Especially against an innocent person who never hurt anyone and just wanted to be able to live in peace, and I found no answer to such cruelty.

They put me in an isolated cell, away from the others where the women who attacked me were, at the same time we were all taken to the presence of the directorate of the penal house. To give explanations about what happened and I did not miss the chance to denounce the delinquents and the plan to take my life elaborated by all of them. I trusted that that chubby woman, with a humble countenance and an apparently good character.

 Would at least believe in my story and transfer me to another place far away from the danger that surrounded my steps in that den of vultures, however, as I always broke my face when depositing my hopes on the wrong person, they blamed it all on me.

  — I want to make it very clear that I will no longer admit this type of behavior inside my prison, young lady. This is not mother Joana's house where she can do what she wants. Next time I will be more, strict in your punishment, I will not deal with your insubordination with words, we understand.

  — What the hell, ma'am, I'm the victim here, these bastards set me up and beat me for no reason, even I don't know them

  — Don't call me lady, I'm your director inside, understand? And do not pretend, everyone who witnessed what happened said that you were the one who provoked the other prisoners, violently hitting one of them to the point of fainting

  — But what a crappy conversation is this, how can you believe this distorted version of the facts, when it was me that they took by surprise and beat up without giving me the slightest chance of defense? Look how I find myself all bruised and with two perforations in my body, do any of these wretches happen to have any beatings?

   — Shut up, you daring! How dare you want to be innocent of the accusations in front of a crowd of witnesses who saw the whole thing. Do they claim that these women only beat her up because of the cowardly attitude she took against one of her friends? You, young lady, are nothing but a slut in the mood for the hot girl who came here thinking she was. Thinking that you can impose yourself and dictate your rules, but the days of fat cows have passed, the pedophiles who filled your pockets with money in exchange for helpless children are no longer here to help you, now I am your owner and decide what will be from you going forward!

   — You crazy old woman, you don't know what she says! It is certainly in the same scheme as these others, being paid to take my life, but know that killing me will not be an easy mission as you think!

   — No more wasting time with this useless, take her to isolation! There she will have enough time to reflect on all the bad things she has done against those poor children, and you, back in the cells, now!

  After hearing the explanations from both sides, the corrupt director of the penal house chose to throw the heavy burden of the accusation on my shoulders, clearing the real culprits. Of course, all that was nothing more than an act, it was all planned in advance, for sure they were already used to acting that way with anyone who arrived there scheduled to die. And how many more, besides me, have gone through a similar situation and were silenced forever?

But with me it would be different, this time that fat ordinary woman and her murderers would find the end they deserved. They dragged me towards a dark room located at the end of the immense corridor, as the ordinary had ordered, and threw me abruptly inside like a bag of shit or some other crap, without any value, my arm and the leg injured by blows still hurt.

It should be taken every two days to the infirmary to redo the dressings. But since that would no longer be possible, the way was to hope not to get an infection and end up having one of the limbs amputated, because if I was not able to avoid the attack of my enemies, even worse if I had one less.

It would be better to commit suicide soon. Isolated in a cubicle measuring just three square, meters and with nothing but a toilet with a sink older than the first birthday of the owner of the hells, there was nothing left to do there than lie down, close your eyes. And go back in time in thought, reliving a past with few pleasant memories to remember. A childhood surrounded by extreme poverty and misery stemming from the damned backwoods drought that knocked on the door, day and night. Forcing us several times to think about giving up everything and going out into the world in search of other ways to survive. But as the people of the Northeast have a strong caliber and never give up there, we remain without retreating.

 I could see in the images stored in my subconscious every detail of our simple, humble house, made of clay and stones, covered with dry straw taken from babassu palms. The other children in the village, our games and the play that we always practiced and that most of the time resulted in serious problems for our parents.

I remembered my father with my three brothers waking to the rooster crowing to go to the field, the corn couscous prepared by mom and grandma Chica to have with that homemade coffee, twisted in the pan, stepped on the pestle and strained in the cloth bag. The afternoons it rained heavily, when winter decided to appear and how much I loved the cold. My thoughts flew ... I liked to lean out of the window, watching the drops of water bounce on the leaves of the trees. While the birds crossed the void of the space between one drop and another.

 That only they were able to perceive. The jackfruit at the end of the yard with its huge trunk and bulky branches, its fleshy and lush fruits. Without forgetting my admirable tree with many flowers and its fragrant flowers! How was all that? What was left of the much that existed in the small space where I was born? Once again, evil overcame good and those who did nothing bad failed.

My father was arrested and I never heard from him again, would he be alive or would death have already taken his life drug? How would my mother be, cured and healthy? He would have died in that horrible place where he becomes increasingly crazy or, who knows, he would have been condemned to spend the rest of his days. Stuck in a wheelchair, looking at nothing as if that emptiness was the only thing left for you? How would my brothers, their wives and children, be who I left behind when.

 I was arrested without even having a chance to say goodbye? I was just as damn lucky as my father who, being handcuffed and taken by the corrupt police, didn't even have the opportunity to say goodbye, didn't kiss his wife or hug his kids. He left without holding his youngest daughter in his arms, who in a way he would never see again. The truth is that we all burned to death in that fire.

In the fire that consumed our houses in the village. My mom, dad, me and my brothers, as well as all the villagers, were gone in the smoke produced by the flames that destroyed what little they had. Those responsible for the destruction of our homes did not set fire only to the dry straw in our shacks, they burned our souls together. After all, what is a man without his family and what can he offer? That was what led my father and the other men to confront the soldiers who arrived driving us out of our lands.

 There was everything they had managed to do and build with the sweat of their faces, working sun by sun, so that after leaving leave your children and wives safe. They couldn't just watch the destruction of the very little that built up liabilities, without any reaction. Could it be that if things reversed those policemen would not do the same thing in defense of their property and in favor of their family members?

And when I thought that at last a light appeared at the end of the tunnel, capable of giving us back at least a small part of what we lost so that everything would be as it was before, I discovered that my journey towards hell was just beginning. He was definitely a person who had stuck his foot in the rotten jackfruit or stepped on soft shit. That is, a being completely unlucky and without the affection of God or destiny, whatever.

 From suffering so much without finding a shoulder to lean my head on and cry my misfortunes I ended up losing faith in miracles. In an eternal and powerful Being that would suddenly appear to free me from such a curse. Grandma Chica was right when she said that we are the luck who makes it happen, there is no such thing as a greater force going out in front of us opening doors and straightening the way we are going to go, it is necessary to take something very sharp in our hands to open paths.

It is with this that it becomes possible to walk, like true explorers, breaking through the forests of obstacles that we will certainly encounter during the long trail to be traveled. From an early age I learned to be realistic, I stopped dreaming well before the right age to mature. I was not worthy to deserve to have the illusions of a child for a long time or live the fantasies that every girl should have. I wasn't even thirty yet and look where I left off, in a dark.

 Cramped cubicle that I could barely move. Wasn't this a definitive proof of total abandonment by the higher and divine powers? Or was there anything left to cling to in order to believe that it would all pass like that, in a snap of a finger, as if in a magic step? Yes, that was exactly what was going to happen very soon and to my surprise the God I believed to have abandoned me would open doors, break locks, cause tremors, launch lightning and thunder just to defend myself and prove that I was never alone, but that would be more forward.

For the time being I was still in the same dark, cold, cramped place that had been my home for forty-eight hours. And my food was just tap water, lukewarm and certainly drained from some filthy corner, something I was starting to get used to, after fulfilling the confinement period determined by the authority.

 The steel door was opened and the light in my gaze was adapted to the darkness. I was taken again to the infirmary and then returned to the old cell. Only this time there was a change, they put the worst of all convicts right in front of me, side by side in the same space it was kill or die. It wouldn't even work in China, they did it on purpose so that the two of us could kill each other in there, because since we first faced each other, we weren't with each other's faces. It was dislike at first sight and the director was aware of it.

 Put us together in the same cell and waited for the news that the adversary would have fulfilled her mission to take my life. Worst of all, I was not going to have the minimum physical conditions to face that woman who looked like a pole so high, not to mention that she had an extraordinary strength, close to her she was just an ant facing an elephant in a fight. There was total silence in the corridor of the ward where we were.

 And it didn't seem normal, since usually the ladies used to make a lot of noise, knocking on the bars to get the guards' attention and asking them for something, a cigarette or something like that. No penitentiary wing is silent, there are always those who decide to make a mess. For this reason, I immediately understood that the other women had been removed from the cells and only the two of us were left there to strangle ourselves.

Whoever else acted to stay alive, but the one sentenced to die was the muggle here, who was fooled by the bitch of the aunt with the heir soft talk.Yes, in fact I did inherit a terrible inheritance, the damn luck of getting in the pipe and ending my days in the clutches of a terrible murderer like that. That I certainly wouldn't have the slightest compassion.

 And would tear me in half in exchange for earning the director's respect, some marijuana cigarettes and the guarantee that nothing bad would happen to her, she would have total immunity inside.In reality black ball, my worst enemy, had a hot back, was protected by the corrupt director. I realized when I saw the luggage she demonstrated to have with the commander, she undoubtedly conquered that by taking many innocent lives at the behest of the bitch and now it was my turn to have my blood spilled

 The distance between us was less than two meters, there was no way to avoid the confrontation or escape from its clutches. I tasted the blood spreading inside my mouth after the slap that I took over my cheeks, it was so strong that it splintered me over the filthy floor of the cell. I was thrown like a bag of dung, hitting my head hard on one of the concrete walls from which I couldn't get up and the unfortunate girl was still kicking me with demonic wrath.

Her hatred made strong arrests in my back and ribs. I screamed as I spun across the floor at the impact of his blows. As much as I shouted help, no one seemed to be interested in helping me. I got ugly from the horrendous woman determined to kill me, only the echo of my despair broke the deliberate and criminal silence. After beating me up so badly, the cruel executioner dragged me by the hair to the bars and, with intense impetus, punched my face without pity until my eyes bulged with swelling.

At that moment I saw life leaving my body and my soul moving away, it was the first time that I experienced the sensation of going the other way. However, as it was not yet my definitive time to leave, two prison agents arrived as strong as the aggressor and pushed the assassin away with guns drawn, then rescued me.

I don't know where the help came from, but it arrived at the right time, otherwise I wouldn't be here today, remembering this story of intense pain and suffering that I went through. For the third time I was taken to the prison unit's infirmary to repair the damage caused by the attacks of the others sentenced against me.

It had already become routine and I didn't know how far it would end with so much spanking. This time it got ugly, it wasn't just a few abrasions here and there, a black eye or scratches on the skin, the beating resulted in two broken ribs and a complication in my lungs that almost prevented me from breathing. The nurses warned the fat woman who gave the orders on the spot of the need for medical care more in line with my current situation or would risk a serious infection leading to death, but that didn't matter to her because that was exactly the intention since the beginning.

The plan was to ensure that I never left there, but it turns out that if there were people outside who wanted me seven feet away, there was also a protective angel who fought for my freedom and it was he who somehow managed to buy the loyalty of some policemen to keep my physical integrity in jail until I could rescue myself from there.

I refer to the two that prevented black ball denial of finishing the service recommended by the corrupt director. Besides them, there were nurses and some guards who guaranteed constant surveillance on the spot. I didn't know the person, nor did I have any idea who it might be, but then, the important thing was to be able to count on their help. I stayed on top of the situation while treating injuries in the infirmary.

I was informed that as soon as I recovered from the most serious injuries, the opportunity would come out of the prison through the front door and I should not back down, as the chance would be unique and definitive. If he stayed in the penitentiary for longer, he would result in death. They didn't need to say anything else, all right, I would take anything as long as it got me out of that hell. Of course, I wouldn't be so naive as to think that everything would happen very easily.

Besides, since when was anything in my goddamn existence easy? I knew that the worst part of the story that destiny wrote for me was yet to come, so I was soon preparing to face whatever it was and in any way that came, burning or boiling. A doctor came from the capital recommended by the prosecutor responsible for my case and authorized by justice. In order to follow my treatment. That's because a lawyer who suddenly appeared as my defender informed the authorities about what happened at the penal house.

 He demanded such a procedure in order for his client to enjoy her rights guaranteed by law, which said it was necessary to maintain the physical integrity of detainees in prison houses. Well, at least at that time, more than forty-eight years ago, that law worked. I didn't know for sure what my guardian angel's real intentions were, for sure taking me to heaven wouldn't be, after all I was trying to delay my death.

 But if everything you did was because of my beauty, you would be wasting time, because after so much spanking you were deformed. If thirty days passed after the beating, several tests were done and I took so many antibiotics that I blew the liver, at least the improvement of the injuries was visible. Finally, the moment for the escape that they had prepared for me came.

 But I was not sure how my escape would take place, since it remained caged between three walls and a grid with bars so thick that thinking about breaking them would be pure idiocy. But the way I would get out of that hellish place would be as they had told me before, through the front door and without any legions of police in my pursuit, recovered from the beating, I was given the task of starting to work in the laundry. Until then, I did nothing but get beaten, that was part of the scheme to get me out of jail.

I wasn't stupid or anything and I soon realized that something was going on and should be on the alert. One morning while I was doing my job, I was told that at night a trunk car would leave some materials for washing clothes and that it would be the chance for my escape. The idea would be to leave the penitentiary in the van without being noticed by the guard, which seemed quite complicated because the surveillance was intense.

 If nothing went in or out without being properly monitored, the question that I didn't want to keep silent in my mind was how would I get out of there in a vehicle if a search would be done when going through the gates? The risks were tremendous. However, a strict plan had been made for my escape and people were ready to facilitate my passage through the gates.

The search was done as usual, but without accusing me of being in the vehicle, which left quietly towards a property located a day and a half away from there, on the farm of an old acquaintance. It was Ricardo's father, he rescued me from that hell. After the death of her son, who was murdered by my evil aunt when she captured us when we tried to escape from the big house by plunging us into the forest.

 The farmer Paulo Rodrigues outlined a plan of revenge against her and was responsible for the complaints made by the former prostitutes who took the authorities to go to the brothel to do the act, but it was not their intention to cause my arrest, which ended up happening. However, after making such a mistake, he started to try to correct the injustice. He used it in every way to get me out of prison, and to continue to track down the real criminal responsible for ending the life of his only son. He was the one who let me know that it was she who had paid the director of the penitentiary to arrange my death.

Black ball and the other inmates were only following the infamous orders to execute me at any cost, perhaps she was worried about what she could do if she were released, as this usually happens to certain prisoners for their good behavior. But after escaping from the penal house as I did, I would not receive such a pardon and would be pursued as a fugitive for the rest of my life.

 At least I would not have been beaten and beaten. I spent several months on that farm recovering from martyrdom lived in jail, healing wounds, healing broken bones, not forgetting the psychological trauma that remains in those who go through such a situation. During this period Paulo provided new documents. I changed my name and, finally, I was transformed into another person so I could start a new story again. For many years I used a false identity, only then was I able to dodge my pursuers more easily.

The place where I stayed for a while until I could return to socializing was beautiful, it was by the sea. And every evening I used to go to the bank located nearby to watch the sunset, an old habit, since the time when I was nothing more than a brat, excited and feet on the ground.

Seeing the horizon from there was something impossible to describe, a true oasis, a paradise that I never thought existed in nature, I never imagined having the chance to see the sea so close. But I ended up making such a dream come true. In a few months I recovered my old appearance, I returned to be that beautiful woman that many men fell in love with at first glance. There I was loved and respected as a daughter by a man who saw in me the vivid memory of his son. A young man with a promising future who was killed in a cowardly and merciless way.

 He wanted to complete Ricardo's purpose in becoming a free woman and along with that punish the person responsible for so many misfortunes that occurred in my life. At first, I agreed to be quiet in that oasis just admiring nature, but it was time to start acting. Finally, I was able to go to the capital without the risk of being identified as a fugitive and beside Paulo Rodrigues I decided to go looking for mom at the psychiatric treatment hospitals in Fortaleza.

It didn't take long to locate an old building on the periphery where we could confirm his stay there. As the information acquired in the last two places where we passed previously had advanced, the place seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, the walls aged and covered with mud everywhere, which showed the sad reality of the mentally ill who lived there.

And the worst of all was contemplating the state of calamity my poor mother was in, all disfigured and looking older than she really was. Thin, pale, thrown on a bed made of iron and on a foam, mattress so used that even comfort made the patient no longer possible, it broke my heart. When I saw that there arose an immense hatred within me.

 And the desire to do justice for her and for so many other women who were likewise thrown into such a situation. With the good influence of Paulo, it was possible to remove it immediately and take it to a specialized clinic, where it would in fact be treated as it should.

 So, aware of Mom's current condition, which was no longer in complete abandonment, I was calm to cooperate in the revenge plan designed to destroy Isabel, charging the damn for the price of her evils. The first step would be to find her location, because until the at the moment we had no news of his whereabouts. Thus, a group of men were hired and then assigned to find any and all information about the evil woman who destroyed countless lives.

We wanted to get our hands on that damn thing as soon as possible and it happened faster than we could have expected. Isabel lived in Rio de Janeiro and would have continued her old activity there, but in a way that would not bring her serious risks. associating itself with important politicians and authorities that guaranteed protection and secrecy.

She became a great crime entrepreneur, selling drugs, weapons and the promiscuity of minors to pedophiles from the highest social classes in Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo. Everything in complete secrecy. So, the next plan would be to go to the wonderful city and infiltrate the criminal's gang. The main objective was to get into the gang and somehow kill her, but not so simply, we wanted to see her suffer and pay for everything bad that made me and my family go through, as well as Ricardo. My willingness to go to Rio initiated the plan of revenge that pleased Paulo who immediately provided everything for this to be possible and in a few days, I was already here.

 Where today I live with my family after winning my complete victory. A luxury apartment was bought close to the many slums in the hills and I started to investigate how to achieve infiltration. At first, we discovered which points of the traffic were controlled by the drug dealer and her gang, pretending to be a strong drug dealer, I looked for the easiest way to get closer. After identifying myself as a willing buyer of large quantities of their products, I was taken to the mouth of smoke inside one of the slums.

The plan had been initiated, where I would get in touch with the first dealer who would certainly let me know the way to the enemy's location, things seemed to be working out. In fact, what made that mission easier was the fact that no one there knew me. I went unnoticed with each new attack and when I interacted with new individuals towards point X of the mission, that is, the place where I would come face to face with my aunt.  

And we would settle our accounts with her. Behind my action was Paulo, financing everything, all expenses, all expenses. To give the impression that I would be a rich person, wanting to invest everything in the drug trade. Soon she would be informed of the new client.

The dimension of all that was much larger than we could imagine, she became not only a common drug dealer, but the head of the largest criminal organization in the country. In it, immensely powerful people acted, all coming from the highest social strata. In fact, it involved trafficking not only in narcotics, but in people from Brazil to all parts of the world. The bastard got so strong that it would be almost impossible to touch her. While I thought it was just a few steps away from surprising the enemy, she remained light years away from my reach.

This perception for a moment weakened my hope of fulfilling my goal, however I remained steadfast and moved on, I would certainly find other ways to achieve it. Aware that our enemy would be protected in a cocoon made of power and that it controlled practically all the traffic of the main metropolises of the country, as well as its political representatives and part of society, we found ourselves facing an apparently insurmountable wall. What can you do to destroy an enemy whose strength is a thousand times greater than yours?

Who would have thought that that trickster who lived for years enticing minors in the hinterland, living in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by ignorant people could go so far and establish themselves at an immensely high point, almost untouchable, Isabel was born like me, in the woods and the daughter of two hillbilly. How could he have transformed himself into a terribly cruel and now incomparably powerful being? Now, the answer to that question was that money in this world is everything.

It is synonymous with power and with it you can be or do what you want. Grandmother Chica used to say that money is a type of god on earth. The more we have attracted everything and everyone under our feet, it was thinking about it that I found a way to act. Of course, it was enough to just use strategy and to match her in power, that way she could very soon be face to face with the bastard and destroy her empire.

I didn't have enough resources to put this new idea into practice, but I knew the right person to finance it and if everything worked out, I would act immediately. After a long and objective conversation with Paulo, letting him know all the details, without wasting any time we started to act in that purpose.

The favela is not much different from the hinterland, where a child is sold, the best friend is betrayed, or father and mother are killed for drugs and money. While the Backcountry people does everything possible not to starve and thirsty, the slum dwellers does everything to maintain his addiction. Knowing this, we recruited as many volunteers as we could to form a new drug trafficking network, there were several types of drugs sold on the hills, always at half the price of those that the former drug dealers sold before we started our business. As we predicted, it caused a drop in their sales because of the competition and they came all over us.

One of the biggest wars between traffickers ever seen in Rio's favelas began. Several rival factions began to kill themselves, each defending their own territory and us invading their areas without the slightest fear to resell our product. Ricardo's father, my friend killed by Isabel, was a man with a lot of money and financed my project.

In a very short time, I also became the queen of trafficking. And I started to command a real empire under the cloudy clouds of traffic. Great criminal figures tried to get to know me, made alliances, my extreme beauty contributed to a quick acceptance on the part of the bandits who thought with this to get a place in my bed. What I often found myself forced to accept in order to achieve my goals.

I wanted to never have to go to bed with someone I didn't love again, I wanted to have sex with the man I had a passion for, a feeling I never felt before in my life, I only heard about it. However, faced with the need, I opened my legs again to various types of individuals in exchange for favors. They were chiefs of the most varied forms of criminal organizations that had settled in that part of the Rio hills.

Because in order to reach the height of my adversary in such a short time, I had to pay that price, since I was in a hurry to destroy the unfortunate one. Paulo started to doubt if, in the end, I would still be the same woman of feelings and pure character as before, because little by little he saw this personality disappear and in its place another person appeared. I became something else full of hate in the eyes, they were not wrong, the fragile and sweet girl from the hinterland had died during the times that I remained caged in that filthy hole.

 Where I was beaten almost to death. Now whoever was in charge of my mind, numb with the desire to do justice by my own hands, was someone thirsty for revenge, crazy to kill anyone who dared to cross his path and touch those he loved. With my new contacts in the traffic I started to get precise information about Isabel and how it would be possible to approach without raising suspicions of those who protected her, because the success of my intentions depended on it.

I started to have an intimate affair with Luís Carlos, considered the right arm of the trafficking queen on Morro do Urubu. Place where the drug trade was the largest in the entire region dominated by criminal factions. She had it in a highly trusted account. Without even being suspicious of my real intentions, he let his guard down and opened his heart, allowing himself to be dominated by the passion that would be the thread for my closer approach to his mistress and destroying her.

In the days, weeks and months that passed, I patiently dominated Luís with my false affections and promises of love, once again the greatest wealth that I inherited from destiny. My physical beauty. It was used as a weapon to carry out my most poisonous attempts. As I learned from an early age, no matter the size and height of our enemies.

 If we hit the kick in the right place they fall and we will win the fight. I felt disgusted when I slept with that criminal, pretended non-existent pleasure, the orgasms in sex were pure hypocrisy and the burning kisses the biggest of all my farces in sex. However, as every woman should know, men are all weak to believe in female pretenses, this has always happened and they never learn. The guy was married and his wife was young, beautiful, she had no reason to look for a skirt in the street. However, male weakness spoke louder and allowed me to hold him by the feet in an empty and meaningless relationship for me, which I never wanted.

Willing to do anything to scrape the ground under the feet of my enemy number one and destabilize her business in the sale of drugs. After realizing that his main ally was already completely dominated by the spell of my malicious seduction, I started the second phase of my evil plan of destruction. Showing interest only in completely dominating the sale of narcotics in the hills, I encouraged Luís to disconnect from Isabel and become my ally in the ideal of destroying my business rival.

 I proposed that we become the sole owners of the drug trade in the entire country. Of course, knowing the extent of her power and who supported her he initially thought about refusing. But he was lost in love with me and it was enough that he threatened to leave him if he did not accept my proposal and the idiot gave in, ready to accept the conditions. My lover was not an easy man to deal with, imposing in the leadership he exercised over those whom he commanded with rigor and won the admiration of his commander.In addition to the respect of all his subordinates and other chiefs of the other minor factions of the crime. That meant they would be willing to obey and follow you wherever you went.

 He had become a born leader and perhaps for that reason my evil aunt respected him so much, I knew that he could drag all other allies to him and weaken his power over them, so the wisest thing would be to keep him by his side.It turns out that if she was smart enough to analyze this detail I was too and so I decided to conquer it. Now, it had the full support of the most respected of organized crime commanders in Rio de Janeiro, considered since that time the metropolis of drug traffickers in this country.

Where the government and its armed forces were not and still are not capable of combating their criminal actions today. At that time, I was already one hundred percent ready to strike back at my enemy and turn it into ashes. I explained to my newest ally all the details about the plan to break up my rival and take over his business completely as soon as possible. And without wasting any time he brought together all the most trusted men.

 He ordered them to advise the others they led on how to act from that day forward. The order was that no person who was in any way connected to the drug trade in the hills of Rio could sell, buy or traffic the product in any way without first agreeing with the new rules imposed by both of us. The main and most important of their requirements would be to acquire the material directly from him and not from the competition. Anyone who refused to see him as the new king of trafficking on the hills would pay with his life. Here was what my worst enemy feared most: Her most trusted man had rebelled. But she was not unaware of this risk and she already had a possible solution to the problem up her sleeve and in the same way she did with me in the times she pretended to be handing over the responsibility of managing the mansion and sealing peace between us.

There in the hinterland, running away and letting me fall into an orange trap that ended up taking me to jail. The unfortunate woman summoned the ex-employee to appear at her mansion and proposed surrender even before she had to confront him. And without saying anything, Luís went to meet the old boss garrisoned by several of his security guards.

However, without knowing that it was not part of her purpose to kill him, but rather to deceive him as he did to me. After explaining his intentions to abandon the leadership he had over the trafficking trade and pass it on to him, alleging tiredness. Unwell to continue, she confused his mind, because at that moment she made it clear that she no longer had the slightest question of staying ahead of the business.

Even though I did not confirm his intention to assume the post of king of trafficking, my partner returned completely disoriented and when we spoke, he said he was discouraged to continue with our old plan. My enemy once again came around and in a way he was right, how could we destroy it now that he had thrown in the towel? I confess that I did not expect such a reversal in events. However, I had to accept the fact that I was challenging an extremely intelligent woman.

 Because in doing so she left Luís without many options. By calling on the other lords of crime to join him in seizing power and expelling Isabel from the highest point of the leadership, offering them more freedom to traffic their products and greater profit sharing and demanding a lower tax rate on drug sales, said he had made such a decision because he understood that it was unfair to the minor traffickers. With that, he gained full support from them. Upon learning that she gave up power and deliberately gave him control of everything.

 It would be pointless to confront her, that is, there was no more motivation to do so and we were disarmed. At first I thought that my poisonous aunt would have given Luís her post just as a strategy to avoid a confrontation with him. But it was a huge mistake because his real motives were different. She had anticipated and thoroughly investigated the details since she was informed about the rebellious attitudes of the man she trusted and discovered he is associated with her business rival, acting immediately to anticipate any surprises.

This was the situation in which we found ourselves, we were exposed and our adversary knew that Luís and I would have united against it and its supposed surrender meant that the snake would set up the boat to attack both of us in due course. We should be on permanent alert. Paulo came to me and said he is very concerned with the direction that things have taken and asked me to give up my thirst for revenge.

He feared that somehow, would end up dead and his convictions were not wrong. But when we are blinded by hurt and rebellion, we care little about death, we just want to punish those who hurt us and, moreover, I no longer depended on him to finance my revenge plan,, because with the business of selling narcotics I ended up accumulating a good fortune.

 And with that I decided to cut off the relations that united us until then. I hate cowardly people and when I saw him giving up on suffering that plague that killed his only son in cold blood, I was indignant, I lost the admiration I learned to have for him. He feared that somehow, I would end up dead and his convictions were not wrong. But, when we are blinded by the hurt and revolt, we care little about death, we only want to punish those who hurt us and, moreover.

 I no longer depended on him to finance my revenge plan and with that I decided to cut off the relations that united us until then .For I hate cowardly people and when I saw him giving up on suffering that plague that killed his only son in cold blood, I was indignant, I lost the admiration I learned to have for him. I wondered how a father could give up on avenging the death of a son, especially when he was the only one he might have.Isabel harmed me and my family, delivering me as fresh meat to those sex vultures and threw my brothers in forced service in a cane field for several years, along with other families, where they ended up meeting the women they married.

Today they just don't get bogged down on that slope with wives and children because I helped them out. During the times I took over the business at the mansion, I helped them with that, so in no way would I forget the harm that unfortunate woman caused us and give up making her pay the debt she owed me to the last penny.

I know that in reality Paulo froze with fear that at the end of the story there would be a piece of the poisoned cake left for him and he preferred to escape the battle with his tail between his legs, but it wouldn't be like that with me. I would continue to fight until the end, after all I was smart enough to keep a good part of the money. I received from him during the period that supported the cause and the drug trade aided by Luís.

If I was abandoned by both of them, I could go ahead with the plan alone to end the miserable once and for all. And there was nothing else, after losing Paulo support it was time for Luís to stab him. I was betrayed by the male to whom I spread my legs almost every night.

It happened that theproposal made by the Machiavellian to pass him the domain of the sale of drugs in the hills touched his head. In addition to the great encouragement he received from the other drug lords who made him understand that it would be more advantageous to assume majority power in business without having to get his hands dirty with blood than buying a fight at my side that had nothing to do with me. Without considering the war that would certainly have to be waged against the big fish of the high leadership that supported it, as politicians and the colonels of the police and armed forces.

Because it was no secret that it would be involved with all that race of corrupt people. Luís was in love and for a time he let himself be carried away by emotions, but he would not be silly enough to forget that it was he who often received large weapons from these fish to pass on to criminal factions.

Since he was the head of the gang that provided heavy weapons for them. So, before that, he came to me with a proposal that I considered too absurd. The bastard proposed that I give up revenge on his former ally and agree to marry him. According to his reasoning, at his side he took control of the traffic and let us start a new story together. Well, that seemed romantic and a great proposition if it weren't for the fact that I had to step back from my main purpose.

 Because nothing in this world would make me give up going all the way in order to make that wretch fall on my knees before my feet, so my answer was immediate and without the slightest chance of doubt: I would not accept such an act of cowardice! He didn't insist either, he was determined to move forward with his choices, whether he counted on me or not, but before he left, he alerted me to the fact that from that day on we would become adversaries in business.

And their threats were not long in coming, in a few weeks, things started to crumble before my feet. After he left, the others who helped to distribute the drugs to our clients all over the city announced that they were abdicating their activities with me and started working for Luís. Days later the distributors that acted in the whole country also left me. Worst of all, we had ordered a ton of narcotics from Bolivia and the suppliers were cruel to those who failed to faithfully honor their commitments.

 If, on the day of delivery, they did not receive the amount to be paid according to the agreement, my death was certain. My adversary had won another round, managing to put everyone against me once again. Now there were only three ways to choose: I would go back and accept Luís's proposal, at the risk of being publicly humiliated or I would fall on my knees in front of Paulo.

 Whom I sent away for trying to warn me of the risks that I would be taking on the path of challenges I chose. I also had the third option, which would be to deliver what I had conquered so far to suppliers and stay in the most complete misery, yet alive. Proud to the extreme, I opted for the third option and paid my debt to the dealers.

 As the cash value did not cover the huge amount, of drugs I ordered, I was forced to hand over the mansion and stayed in the middle of the street with a backpack, and body clothes, I ended up without even a penny to pay for breakfast. The drugs stayed in the port, awaiting withdrawal, but how would I do that in having nowhere to store them and now without the support of the drug mafia that gave free access to this type of cargo?Certainly, Luís and his gang were already aware of the situation and if I used to take possession of the order.

 They would call the police, as always corrupted and part of the scheme would certainly arrest me and there I would again fall into the clutches of that cheating director and black ball that would undoubtedly kill me this time. No, better leave it alone.

I took a last look back and looked at the immense house where I lived for some time in one of the noble neighborhoods of Rio de Janeiro and then left aimlessly, as usual, towards the unknown. I would not fall humiliated at anyone's feet. The thirst for vengeance was still burning in my chest, and in no way would I give up the mission to destroy that unfortunate one, even though my worst enemy, fate, once again conspired against me. Was it karma that brought him from childhood to suffer such persecution? First, I was unlucky enough to be born in such a big country in the worst region, to live under the drought and punished by hunger.

 On top of that, to see strange people burn the little we had and not be able to prevent my father's imprisonment until today without news. Finally, to be taken captive by her aunt to serve as a prostitute in a whorehouse for many years. Away from the family and without contact with my brothers, I saw my best friend being burned alive right before my eyes, I suffered in jail just like a dog without an owner, I was rescued and I was able to face the one that all this evil caused me, but I failed .

Indeed, some superior force should conspire against everything he did on that occasion. It seemed impossible to punish my aunt after suffering so much at her hands, was God himself and the whole universe in favor of that wretch and against me? So would practicing evil against an innocent person receive greater approval than punishing anyone who did such a thing?

Whatever happened to me only increased the revolt that burned inside me and gave me more strength to continue. He left the city streets with no idea where he would end up, an hour ago he lived in a huge house with four suites, a swimming pool, modern decor and expensive furniture. Minutes later she was there, sitting on a park bench in the middle of several other paupers with nowhere to go. Surely Isabel would already be aware of my defeat and was celebrating for it.

Luís now controlled everything there and his informants let him know about any event, so he also knew about my sad reality, but he wouldn’t even send his bags to come after me, to collect me from the streets, he would wait for me to scream for help. Poor thing, I didn't know myself at all, because, being a Northeastern girl with purple blood as I am. I would never bow my head and accept defeat easily and without fighting.

Okay, I lost the fight for the third time, but I remained alive and willing to continue with my project. The plan that was devised to pay back in kind the evil that made me suffer unjustly was still on. After a while, living in comfort and enjoying the good and the best, we forget how difficult it is to face poverty.

Now, back to the hard and raw existence with which I had to learn to live from an early age, I would have to readjust to that terrible scenario. A strong and cold wind suddenly hit the place that late afternoon and my body froze in such a way that I chattered my teeth and felt my bones cracking inside. Some beggars gathered in any part of the square and made a fire to Warm. An elderly woman held out her hand, signaling me to approach and participate in the heat made by the fire, I accepted the invitation without wasting any time before it completely froze. Until recently.

 I couldn't even imagine myself sitting there among beggars and sharing the same state of poverty and misery, I looked around and told myself that I had reached the bottom of the well. And what a well! My gaze hovered over the emptiness I had left and I realized how silly I was to believe that it would be enough to have a few bucks in a bank account to be able to beat an enemy as powerful and wise as Isabel, I was extremely crazy when I wanted to defeat her using empty tricks without experience and maturity. Now was to start over, never give up