She only wanted to do the right thing.

That's what she was raised to do, the right thing. Her parents always told her to speak for those who cannot and to stand up for what is right and against what is wrong.

And she did.

Clara only wanted to help. She only wanted to help avenge all the lives ruined by a corrupt police officer. A woman who had ruined lives, and left them scared. A woman who had thrived off of fear and intimidation.

A woman like that would usually scare timid, little Clara Symmons away.

But not this time.

This time Clara Symmons put her big girl panties on and testified to help those who needed help.

"Do the right thing, Clara. Do the right thing and you will always make us proud." Her parents use to say.

And they were.

They were extremely proud to see their baby girl standing up and fighting a corrupt system.

Until they both got a bullet in their head.

Doing the right thing had ruined Clara Symmons' life. It's what got her here, in this sweaty, filthy, whore house in the heart of Venezuela, about to be sold into an international sex trafficking syndicate.

Doing the right thing is the reason innocent, Clara Symmons is squeezed into a dog cage.

Doing the right thing is the reason shy, Clara Symmons is in a tight, skimpy dress that exposes all of her body to the disgusting, wandering eyes of the guards who feed her every other day.

Doing the right thing had failed Clara Symmons.

Clara had tried to do the right thing to save someone else, and now she needed someone else to do the right thing to save her.