Vladimiro
couldn't believe that watching Damián—his bully—and Germán—the harasser of his
nine-year-old sister—commit that monstrous aberration in that ruined corner of
the school would excite him so much.
Damián
and Germán gave themselves over to the heat of their bodies. They knew they
were safe from any prying eyes, and that made the whole affair even more
delicious. But Vladimiro, the scrawny, weakling teenager they harassed daily at
school, had followed them stealthily and taken cover behind amorphous concrete
blocks.
Warmed
by what he saw, well hidden among the rubble, Vladimiro began to masturbate.
The image of Germán spreading his accomplice's buttocks was powerful,
overwhelming.
Feverish,
Vladimiro kept working his dick. A moment later, he came.
His
urges relieved, he coldly assessed the situation. What he had just witnessed
meant the total destruction of Germán and Damián. If everyone found out, they
wouldn't just have to change schools; they'd have to leave the planet.
Now,
he had to find a way to prove to the world what those two did in secret. He was
sure this wasn't their first encounter. It must have been one of many, part of
a habit he would have to study patiently and stealthily to catch them in the
act.
***
Did
they bother you again? said Vladimiro. He handed a handkerchief to his
sister. The girl was crying softly in a corner of the tiny living room. The
family occupied what, in the opulent days of Grandfather Guillermo, had been
the servants' shed. It was the only inheritance that had fallen to Pancho,
their father.
The
girl remained silent. Her sorrows choked her words.
Calm
down, okay? Tell me, did Germán bother you again?
A
whimpering tremor was her response.
Then,
barely audible, she added: Germán and Damián. Both of them.
Vladimiro
stifled a cry of rage.
Come
on, let's go to the room. He held out the handkerchief. Here, dry your
face. It's better if Francisco doesn't see you like this. When he comes home
drunk, he'll take it out on you.
They
took refuge in the room they shared with their three other siblings, in cramped
bunks.
It's
time to wipe them off the map, he told himself before
sleeping. It's time to remove them from our lives.
***
He
had them figured out. Every Thursday at noon, they'd vanish. No one missed
them. They'd head to the vacant lot, to the same spot. They'd pull down their
pants and start their filthy business.
This
particular Thursday, Vladimiro came equipped with a tiny camera. An invention
of his grandfather Guillermo's. The clarity of the reproduced images wasn't the
best, but it was enough to recognize the faces of the depraved ones.
He
overcame the urge to touch himself and focused on recording every position the
camera's film allowed.
Enjoy
your last days, he thought with every click of the machine. You
have no idea what's coming.
***
Did
you hear? she announced with a smile. She hadn't been this
happy in a long time.
Hear
what? he played dumb. Tell me, what did you hear? he
smiled.
***
Separate
envelopes arrived at the homes of Germán and Damián. Their parents opened
them—men who were ruthlessly Catholic.
Upon
discovering the contents of the packages, they beat their sons' backsides
without an ounce of mercy.
A
note accompanied the photos. It recommended withdrawing the boys from the
school, or the photographs would be made public knowledge.
***
Were
they expelled?
Yes, she said, happier than ever.
Why?
I
don't know. I don't care either. She looked at the wall. She
began to speculate. Surely, they finally found out they were evil. She
locked eyes with her brother. The only thing that matters to me is that they
won't bother us anymore. School will be a nice place. Today was a perfect day,
for example. But how thoughtless of me, little brother, is your cough any
better?
Yes,
said Vladimiro, I'm fine now. But with the news you've given me, I'm much
better. I wasn't able to give those scoundrels what they deserved, but God did
it for us, little sister. He's on our side.
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