Captured

When you wake up the first thing you can hear is the loud hum of a motor. You open your eyes but realize you're blindfolded and can't see anything. In addition, you find yourself tied down to something like a crucifix, with your legs bound together and your arms spread. Whoever did this to you is smart enough to prevent you from using the powers of your magic rings. Finally, you want to shout but you're gagged with a ragged stuffed into your mouth. You struggle against the ropes for a bit, but they are tightly secured and there's nothing you can do. Eventually, you give up and just lay there waiting.

You must have fallen asleep at some point as you wake up again. This time, you can sense that instead of lying down, you're upright. You're still bound to the cross and you feel warm, like the sun is shining down on you. You're outdoors, you deduce, when you feel a breeze and can hear birds chirping in the distance. You also hear voices murmuring coming from in front of you, men speaking in Spanish. You try to call out to them, but the gag in your mouth is still there and you can only make noises into the rag. "Okay, okay, hold on," a man says in a Mexican accent. You feel a tug on the rag in your mouth and it's soon pulled out. Then, the blindfold over your eyes is removed and you wince as your eyes adjust to the brightness. You're indeed outside, in what looks like a clearing near a big house in the middle of nowhere. There are about a dozen men standing in front of you, some of them with rifles, others with handguns tucked into the waistbands of their pants. The men all look about the same except for 1, a man who's a little chubby and older, but clearly in charge. He has sunglasses on and he's also wearing a lot of gold jewelry, with multiple rings, necklaces and bracelets. Eiza is also here, although she has changed into shorts and a t-shirt for the weather, and he has 1 hand around Eiza's waist, who's standing obediently next to him.

"Welcome, señor Ringer," the man in charge says.

"Where am I? Who are you?" you ask.

"I'm El Jefe," the man says.

"You're a cartel boss? Am I..."

"Si, you're in Mexico."

"And Eiza's... working for you," you realize out loud.

"Si, si. Now, can you guess why you're here?"