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Sophia
had so many questions, but didn't want the man to suspect she was fishing for
information. The knowledge of church worship answered a few, though. The
churches in Mexico weren't used for worship anymore, but they were used for
fellowship. The missions were an important part of Mexican history, and the
buildings were restored and revered. Latin Mass was something everyone should
experience in their lives along with the hymns.

It
was beautiful, and a fairy tale was nicer than a lie. There were no more wars
over religion, unless you changed your definition of worship to not include the
divine. Money, power, and land could turn ambitious men into devils, and why
create a fake one, when the real ones were living and breathing. “It sounds
very good. Very peaceful. I would be pleased with an offer for the position.”

Mr.
Perez smiled and swiped at the computer. “Fantastic. Full name?”

“Sofia
Valentina. S.O.F.I.A. V.A.L.E.N.T.I.N.A.” It was a name Selene would recognize
if she heard it. “Sophia Hildegard” was easy to search for on the Internet.

“Address?”

“5422
Flores, Ciudad Juarez.” Bought at auction for pesos. It was a newer,
multi-family development in an older part of town. The owner had foreclosed on
all of it, so many were incomplete. The rest were auctioned off.

“And
you're in! Let me get a photograph, and a copy of your passport, and I have a
few papers you'll need to fill out and sign. We should have you on the road
once the rest of the seats are taken, and it looks like they are going faster
than I thought.” Mr. Perez swiped at the screen backward, then forward. “It is
likely to be ready to go tomorrow.”

Sophia
smiled. It was what she wanted, but she was terrified.

·
        
A note on
Sophia’s name spelling. She changes it to Sofia while she searches for sister.
Sophia/Sofia is a common enough name, but Sofia would be more common in Mexico.
When she’s thinking or speaking, she is ‘Sophia’. Anytime someone finds out why
she is in Texas, she is ‘Sophia’. Otherwise, she is ‘Sofia’. It’s possible
there are some inconsistencies, but I’ve done my best to make sure I’ve
eliminated those.

Raphe hid the
honey under his bed. He wanted to make sure he was prepared for the next time.
He knew there would be one, and he knew Daniel would want to avoid him for a
bit. He knew Daniel would need to grapple with silly moral issues, but
eventually, his dick would win over some laughable imaginary wielder of pretend
punishments.

Daniel
was either avoiding him really well, or he might be out finding more pretty
boys. Which was unsettling, and Raphe realized it bothered him for all the
wrong reasons. He didn't actually like Daniel, but lusted after him something
fierce. He quite enjoyed teasing him. Something about his innocence and
ignorance still intrigued Raphe. Daniel couldn't help these qualities. He was
without resources to know better and being Daniel's first experience of
debasement was ridiculously arousing. He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the
only thing Daniel had thought about this week was how to fuck Raphe's tight
little ass, violently, just to show his upper hand.

Raphe
was on board with that.

He
just didn't want the competition of another pretty and slutty boy, because the
only thing that made his situation bearable was the sex. It was good sex. Novel
sex. But, he would eventually get bored with it once Daniel fell in love with
him, or as Raphe like to put it, started worshiping his ass, but at that point,
he might have the chance of being let go. Especially under the guise of running
away together. Raphe didn't believe Daniel would ever, not with familial
obligations, but he would be flattered enough by Raphe's affectations.

Raphe
also wasn't sure what would happen to him once his usefulness expired. He
didn't feel scared, but for all he knew, he might be one of many. There might
be a ditch out there full of useless dead boys. Or they were burned with the
garbage. If Daniel was in love with him, he'd have a greater means of survival.

He
wanted to survive, but his brain was in a state of unacceptable atrophy, and a
foreboding restlessness stayed with him. He imagined it was his conscience
which was further troubling. He usually could ignore the frontal cortex of his
brain, though it had never been strong to begin with. Idleness was breathing
life into lobes better left alone, and that would get him nowhere in life.

He
wasn't a sociopath, he just needed to live, and it was easy to see the
difference between right and wrong. He never picked the right way to do things,
solely because it was right. A lot of times the right way was the easiest, and
he built a wall disallowing guilt from making an entrance.

Until
now. The wall was crumbling. He occupied his time thinking of sex with Daniel,
but it was more forced than he'd prefer. Thinking of anything else would drive
him insane, and it wouldn't be that far of a stretch unfortunately.

Daniel
hadn't returned since the last time, and it was only a matter of frustration
now. Raphe wanted to give him an easy time of it. Daniel was going to be rough
from impatience and forced confidence, and Raphe wanted him to be able to slide
right in.

His
thoughts were hypnotic. A cyclic diversion to keep him sane, and only thoughts
of Daniel being out of control kept everything in working order.

Several
nights later, with madness setting in, Raphe could hear the hesitant footsteps
pacing outside of his bedroom. Excited, he grabbed for the honey, and removed
the too large tee and boxer shorts. They provided him with food, a bathroom,
and sparse clothing. Raphe laughed to himself for the hundredth time how they
could have just asked for his services and given him a better room and let him
out occasionally. He was curious about the people in Texas. He wondered if this
was an extra special bunch, and that was as nice as he could be about it.

He
flipped himself over, ass in the air, and stretched himself thoroughly. His
fingers were still in his ass when Daniel opened the door. Raphe heard an
enthusiastic splat of honey hit the floor, and barely a second later, his ass
was full of massive slick cock, and Raphe hissed in pleasure.

Daniel
had apparently thought a lot about Raphe's ass. He was fucking it relentlessly,
and Raphe thought he might ramp this up a bit more because Goddamn, this was
fucking intense. He reached a hand back and spread himself open so Daniel could
see.

Daniel
saw. He bottomed out rapidly, moaning loudly, and deeper than Raphe had ever had.
Raphe was finished after a few quick pulls.

Less
than a moment later, Daniel fell on top of Raphe, and tried to catch his
breath. Raphe wasn't about to tease him about sinning again. He wanted a bit of
a cuddle. “I'm going to be so sore tomorrow. You're going to have to give me a
break.”

“I'll
decide when you need a break.” Daniel kissed the back of his neck.

Raphe
smiled and turned his head around. Apparently, Daniel had been thinking and
Raphe's ass must've beat an omnipotent God. That flattered him.

He
kissed Daniel, and Raphe found it odd that Daniel had no idea what he was
doing. He was stiff, yet curious. “Have you never
‒
?
”
Raphe didn't want it to sound like he was teasing when he was merely curious.
But, he didn't want Daniel to get defensive, so he played it off. “Do you not
go sneaking behind the trees when everyone else is busy?”

Daniel
shook his head, but went for Raphe's mouth again. He was a fucking natural. It
was just a travesty that Daniel's poor bride would never get this passion from
him. Lucky for Raphe, but he knew this was a temporary gig.

Daniel
raised up slightly, still erect and inside him, and pushed Raphe onto his back
while raising a leg up and out, so he could fit between them. That was new, and
Raphe wasn't sure if he liked it. Daniel was fucking him again, steadily,
toe-curlingly brilliant, all while sucking on his tongue. It took less than a
minute for Daniel to grind him thoroughly, so fucking thoroughly, into the
mattress. His tongue never left his mouth.

Raphe
thought he would have to work a little longer before Daniel fell. Raphe never
spread his legs for anyone. Bend over, sure, but there was something beyond
intimate about what Daniel was doing. This wasn't a man full of shame or doubt.

With
every grind and devouring kiss, Raphe could feel Oxytocin begin to flood his
body. It was beautiful to witness, beautiful to see what they created when
Daniel had believed it to be so steeped in sin. To discover such perfection
here when it could only lead to devastation. Raphe began to doubt that Daniel
would want to be parted from him because this was far too intimate, far too
soon.

He
wanted to ask where Daniel had been the past week, but he didn't think he cared
to know the answer. He found he wasn't interested anymore, no matter how good
he felt at the moment.

He
found himself thinking a lot of Daniel's intended and every day that passed, he
would dwell even longer. He wanted to ask more about her, genuinely, but
ultimately he knew it would be a waste of time.

But
maybe he would get to go home soon. He wondered if anyone had noticed he'd gone
missing. Certainly, a few of his regulars would be curious, but without the
Internet, he wouldn't know if someone had reported him missing. There were a
few that knew his name and where he lived, but he was unsure if he'd even be
checked on.

Of
course, they'd have no reason to believe that he'd been abducted. He could've
found a rich benefactor who wanted to take him in, or just simply relocated.
But, he could also be strung out in some asshole's basement trading blow jobs
for heroin.

By
now, his apartment would be filled with another body, and all his things taken
or sold. His computer would be gutted, but all his sensitive information was
stored in the Æther, password protected, so he could access that anywhere. In
his neighborhood, he knew better than to keep identifying information where it
could be easily obtained.

He
couldn't afford to replace his computer, nor anything really. He'd find his
way, though. It wouldn't be pleasant, but he'd do it. Maybe he would escape
here, dye his hair, and go to Dallas. He was an entrepreneur and could make a
good living at selling what was being stolen. But only if he didn't think too
hard about it. He needed to rebuild walls.

When
Raphe woke the next day, feeling sticky and sore, all he wanted to do was run.
He could hear Daniel's father leading a girl upstairs.

This
one had ten years on Raphe, at least. It was a comfort she wasn't a child. She
was also wearing a wedding band. “Are you a widow?” He might've been
insensitive. He didn't care.

She
frowned and shook her head.

“No
talking,” reminded Daniel. He sat in the corner on his chair. Raphe was fairly
certain the only reason Daniel stayed was because he was a voyeur. He just
needed to legitimatize it with instructions and reprimands. He needed to keep
the wild animal under control. There would be no other reason these women
tolerated Daniel's presence otherwise. They thought Raphe a danger. That kept
things interesting for about five seconds.

The
merry non-widow didn't seem to mind the audience. Wanting a child so bad she'd
do this. Stealing his child for another man to raise. He saw, for the first
time, the horrible ramifications of this.

Raphe
could admit his feelings had greatly evolved on this. He'd romanticized
knocking up willing young virgins and filling up the state with his gorgeous
babies. But, this was sinister. Evil. This was business. Agnesson's business,
apparently.

He
didn't want his children here. But he wanted Daniel to let him go, so he would
try to deal with it. Fucking wasn't a hardship. So, he would fuck. As soon as
Raphe pulled his shirt off, the woman turned over on her front, baring her
bottom for him.

He
was tempted to snark, to ask if her husband knew what her ass looked like in
the light of day, but Daniel cleared his throat.

Raphe
spit on his palm and roughly stroked himself. He would fuck her, but he might
try to traumatize her a bit. Since he was such an animal. Honestly, he'd felt a
little bad for the first girl until he found out she was going to sell the
baby.

He
pushed into her roughly, and she met him by the second thrust easily.
Interesting. He bent down to whisper in her ear. “Did you know I am here
against my will? Would you have been so eager if you knew that?”

She
stopped moving. Much better. He wasn't about to let her enjoy this.

“What
the fuck did you say to her?” Daniel asked. Raphe felt the gun hit his calf.

“I
asked if her husband knew she was here. I'm thinking that's a 'no'.”

“Shut
up, Raphe.” He sounded weary.

Raphe
was beyond weary. “Did you know I could get her pregnant without actually
fucking her? Did any of you fucking inbreds know this? Is she even aware that I
could be stupid, with imbecilic DNA? That I could be infecting her with slow
torturous dick rot because I stick it anywhere including and especially shitty
assholes?” He was out of breath now, and apparently his tirade turned him on.
Or rather it was what the result of his tirade would be later. He'd like a good
fight.

Being
a prisoner to a latent homosexual had its privileges.

She
was squirming and trying to get up, but had never voiced a dissent in her life.
Raphe thought it was pathetic. “Yes! Push me off. If you want me to stop, make
me stop. Please, just tell me to stop. I'll fucking stop.” He punctuated the
last bit by coming inside her, and Daniel yanked him up by his arm and dragged
him out of the room, come still pulsing out of him.

Daniel
pushed him against the wall and held him there. Raphe noticed Daniel wasn't hard
at all. It surprised him.

It
deflated Raphe. Nothing about this was good.

It
was hopeless.

“Why
are you behaving this way?” Daniel asked. He sounded stricken. Confused.

His
idiocy pissed Raphe off. “Me?
Me?
What the fuck are you talking about?
I'm being held here against my will. If I were let go, I would want to stay
here, because honestly, it's better than I had. Except this.
This!
It's
horrible. It's unconscionable. It's a fucking human rights violation. The way
you let your women be treated. You let them believe their only worth is through
their uterus. You let them use me while you sit idly by threatening to do
something you'd never have the fucking heart to do.” Raphe was breathing hard,
and he knew whatever was said next would determine how the rest of his stay
would be. How he would feel about Daniel. He wasn't going to pretend he was an
arbiter of anything, but he was a person, and those women were people as well.
Autonomous.

Daniel
pushed him harder against the wall, and he still wasn't hard. “We never treat
our women the way you just did. Never.”

Raphe
sagged against the wall. Daniel missed the fucking point. He missed it so bad
that he was still looking at Raphe's reprehensible behavior. “Then I apologize.
I can do nothing but pity her, but especially you, because you can't see. She
gets a man with a gun and a degenerate essentially being violated by having to
impregnate her. To be a woman in this country. If I believed in a god, I would
pray for all of you.”