Amid the statements of Tilsa Lozano On December 7, the model in “El Valor de la Verdad” surprised Beto Ortiz, who did not want to reveal the true identities of the men who marked one of the darkest periods of his life. The interviewer suggested calling her X And Z to be able to tell what happened without endangering anyone.
So the model began to reconstruct an episode that she never thought she would tell on camera: a chaseA kidnappingand a relationship that brought her to the brink of death when she was barely twenty years old.
Z, as she wanted to call him, was a man about fifteen years older than her. She was between thirty-four and thirty-six, and although many would consider this difference a minor detail between adults, it was catastrophic for her at that moment. “For me he was not a mature man, he was an old man and that was it.he said bluntly, remembering looking at the situation with the young, racing mind he had at the time.
It wasn’t age that attracted her, but rather the adrenaline and bad decisions that, she admits, dominated this period of her life. “I felt bad at the time. I was an adrenaline child, I liked to escape from my house and do stupid things“, he admits.
One night, while riding in a car with Z, another man, and a friend, he heard gunshots. His first reaction was naive: he thought it was an attempted robbery. But he soon realized that the scene was something much more serious. The shooting continued, the sudden movements in the car increased and the chase became clear. “As the hunt continues, I become afraid and beg to be abandoned. That’s when I realized it wasn’t for me” he said. Some time later he realized that everything was a mistake Invoice addressed to Z.
What followed was a process of alienation, but also the revelation of this man’s true character. In attempting to end the relationship, Z displayed violence that Tillsa did not fully recognize.
“Sometimes they disguise violence in jokes by saying they are drunk or that they are jealous because they love you.“, she reflected. He didn’t accept the separation. First, he forbade her from taking her things out of the house. Then he started following her, parking nearby, monitoring her movements and, as she describes it, giving her a “recommendation.”
One night, several months later, as she was leaving a nightclub in Miraflores, Z He appeared in his car, spoke to her with feigned friendliness and offered her a ride. Tilsa made the mistake while uploadingthought it was a coincidence. “He locked my car, grabbed me from there and slammed my head against the dashboard.” he confessed. That was the beginning kidnapping.
He forced her to break into a house in La Molina. She only remembers fragments, as if her mind had decided to protect her by deleting what hurt most. She knew she was naked, she knew he turned on an ice cold shower and hit her repeatedly. “He beat me to death. He pulled me down by my hair and took off all my clothesHe said between deep breaths. In the midst of aggression, he gave him a bubble Clonazepam and ordered him to take it. “Take them all so you can calm down“He told her. She obeyed. Then she just stopped remembering.”
Camila, her friend, explained that no one knew where she was during that time. Tilsa She lived virtually alone, supporting her life through her own work and possessing an independence that, ironically, left her defenseless. “When I woke up I was just trying to be okay with everything in order to survive.” he said.
His only chance came when he saw an open window. Wearing a borrowed polo shirt, no shoes and still dazed from the drug, she ran until she reached an avenue where she took a taxi. He never reported it. “out of fear” he said with complete honesty. Frightening because he knew exactly who he was, what he did and how far he could go.
The interviewer asked her if this experience cured her of her fondness for “.”bad boys“, a label that even Camila used. Tilsa replied without trying to hide her affective patterns: “I think I have a terrible radar when it comes to choosing partners“He is still in the healing process.
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