When Ernesto approached Imelda, all she could think about was the beatings. She didn't want to get beat again. She hoped that she didn't anger Ernesto. "Morning, lovely Imelda." He greeted her always in this fashion.

"M-Morning, Mr. Ernesto." Imelda spoke up, not meeting Ernesto's eyes. Because Imelda stopped meeting his eyes, Ernesto knew that Imelda would never want to look at anyone else in their eyes, regardless of her being inferior or not. Because of the beatings, Imelda saw herself as inferior because Ernesto was famous and she wasn't.

She didn't want to anger Ernesto, so she didn't say anything more as he didn't say anything more. "Did you sleep well?" He asked. Imelda gazed at the ground.

"Yes, sir." She responded.

"Do you want to go outside?" Ernesto asked Imelda. Imelda's eyes widened as she wasn't expecting him to ask that. "Look at me." He ordered. Imelda raised her head up to let Ernesto see her eyes. "Why so afraid? I'm not going to beat you again." Ernesto tells Imelda, but she never believed it. Now, she believes it. Ernesto haven't beaten her since that last beating. He had no reason to. She was broken in by him and he was proud of himself.

"Y-Yes, sir." Imelda answered like it was natural. Truth be hold, she wanted to go outside. She wanted to see and feel the sun beaming down on her bony face and arms and legs. She needed the sun. Ernesto knew that Imelda wanted to feel the sun; he just wanted to see how she'll react. Hmm. She's being very obedient and submissive. I guess I can treat her to a little sun. He thought. He was cruel, but even he knew that Imelda needed sunlight.

He knew that she needed sunlight. He knew that she was missing the outside world and because of the beatings, she feared the other skeletons, even if they were harmless.

Ernesto gave Imelda a old dress that looked like rags, but Imelda didn't care. Clothes were clothes and her dresses were violently ripped off of her. She doesn't remember it very well, but Ernesto was in a couple of drunken rages and he had ripped Imelda's dresses each time in those fits of anger that he had. However, he haven't hit her, but he does remember drunkenly forcing his bony lips on hers and forcing her to sleep next to him. He doesn't know why she doesn't remember that, but he just ignored the feeling in his gut.

Truth be told, Imelda haven't forgotten about that. She only lied to protect herself. She knew how Ernesto was. He wanted to "seize the moment". Well, he seized it, alright. He kissed her brutally and tore her dress. Imelda shook her head to clear herself from the memories.

Lately, she has been hearing something about a Hector. She feels like she knows him, but she couldn't place him. She then gasped in horror. Was Ernesto going to sell her? Was he not pleased with her? Imelda's head started swimming and before she fainted, Ernesto caught her. "Silly woman, I won't sell you. He is...a friend I want you to meet." Ernesto tells her. Imelda was shaking in his hold, Ernesto realized and he loosened his grip, but he didn't release her yet. "Don't worry, senora, he won't hurt you." He reassures Imelda. Imelda slowly stops shaking and she nodded her head. Ernesto fully released her from his grip. Ernesto waved her off and Imelda immediately left his presence before he changed his mind. Good, she's still frightened of me. Hector, your wife will be very afraid of you when you see her. I will make sure that she fears you. Ernesto thought with an evil smile on his face. He knew that he was just ruining Hector's life even more, but that was what he wanted. He wanted to ruin Hector. Hector ruined his career, so Ernesto would ruin his life. He knew he did that by taking Imelda away from him. He knew that he was being spiteful when he took Imelda, an innocent party, away from her husband. He knew that Imelda was Hector's weak spot. "Let me tell you about my friend." Ernesto tells Imelda, who obediently looked up at Ernesto.

"What was h-he like?" Imelda asked, making Ernesto smirked inwardly. This is perfect, too perfect. He thought. He started to sprout out lies to Imelda, who only became more frightened with which lie that came out of Ernesto's mouth.

"Yes, he is a evil skeleton, but he is still my friend. He haven't attempted to hurt me." Ernesto tells Imelda.

"Why would he? You're very famous throughout the Land of the Dead." Imelda spoke, not knowing that she was only stroking Ernesto's ego by saying that.

"You're right about, darling. I am the best musician. Now, get ready. I want you to go meet him." Ernesto says with an evil smile. Imelda looked at him in shock. He wants to me meet an evil skeleton?! Imelda was shocked at this. She didn't know that Ernesto planned to do that! "Don't worry, darling. He won't hurt you." Ernesto reassured Imelda. He knew that he was right. Hector would never hurt Imelda, not when she was in this kind of state. She was submissive and obedient. She fears touch and so, Hector's touch will be like torture to her. Ernesto laughed at that last thought. He still couldn't believe that all it took was a harsh beating to get Imelda to fear him and everyone else in the Land of the Dead. He couldn't believe that the strong woman was beaten by a beating. It was ironic, really. The woman slapped him with her boot for goodness sake!

He smirked when he saw her shaking again. Oh, this was going to be interesting to watch. Hector is so going to be upset. He thought with a malicious grin on his face.

And, that's a wrap for this chapter! I hope everyone enjoy this chapter as much I did when I wrote it!