Take a break with a mental health mess amid alien abductors.
"Escape is impossible -- imposible," Ernesto whispered that in her left ear three years ago. Ernesto was 5’6”, a small mustache on his brown face. He charmed her when she met him that first week in Mexico. She thought Ernesto vulnerable, a boy looking for a mother. Not after three years, though. By then she was in his embrace, more like a trap with no release. Chili wanted to leave Mexico and the sick life she had with Ernesto, but it was hard. He controlled her every move, and she had no money of her own. The only money came from Ernesto’s brother, who belonged to one of the cartels, sold cocaine, and hired Ernesto to kill people, like the dead guy with his head severed and his headless body on the black pavement.