It still doesn’t add up. But I can fight for Drew. Tse will fight with me. While I want to stay here and be with my brother, we’d both end up trapped. If they’re taking me back to the States, perhaps that’s for the best. I know I don’t have a choice, so rather than protesting, maybe it’s best to go along with it.
“When are we going?” I don’t want to stay in Colombia any longer than I have to.
“Soon. Very soon.” His face grows serious as he nods at a man off to one side. A man I can’t see clearly, though he seems to be carrying something in his hands. “We just need you to do something for us first.”
My misgivings grow. What could they possibly want from me? “If you’re bringing Drew here, I want to stay and see him.” It dawns on me I’ve been imprisoned a week, and a lot might have happened in that time. “Is he already here? Can I talk to him?”
“Whether he is or not is nothing to do with you.”
Perhaps they haven’t got to him. Maybe if I go back, I can find him and stop him. Get Tse to protect him…
The man behind me comes into sight, he’s carrying a tub in his hands. Miguel takes it from him and brings it over. “All you’ve got to do is swallow these,querida. Then I’ll take you over the border.”
As I stare at the tub full of latex bundles, I might not have come across them before, but I read the news enough to knowexactly what they are. I shudder, my eyes open wide, my body starts to sweat. “No.” There’s no way on earth I’ll be helping them smuggle drugs over the border.
Miguel waves the box in front of me. “A little uncomfortable, I admit. But it will soon be over, and you’ll be free. Well, as long as you stay away from immigration, and don’t bring any attention to us if we’re stopped.”
“I won’t smuggle drugs for you.”
“Then you won’t be going home,” he threatens.
“No.” I won’t do this. Whatever that stuff is, there are enough drug problems in the US without me adding to it. However much he emphasises the incentive. Trying to summon up every argument, I suggest, “One of them might burst…”
“It might,” he says, unsympathetically. “Which would be a shame, but we’d still have the rest.”
“I coulddie.” I’m feeling nauseous at just the thought.
“You could,” he replies conversationally. “But we’d still have the drugs.”
“Does my father know?” I know he’s a monster, I know we’d never have a father/daughter relationship. But still…
“It was his idea.” Miguel’s dismissiveness takes my last hope away.
“No,” I say, again.
But they’re ready for that. Miguel moves quickly, his hands on my face, his thumbs either side of my jaw, stopping me from closing my mouth. The other man steps forward, placing a contraption in between my teeth, turning a screw to force my mouth wider. Miguel steps back, and takes something off a table.
“This will make it easier.” He squirts a liquid down the back of my throat which I can immediately feel going numb. “It’s an anaesthetic, and there’s oil in it. It will be easier for you to swallow these down.”
I try to shake my head, but I can’t spit, can’t do anything. Miguel stands and watches, his hand goes to his crotch. “You know, looking like that? It’s hard for me to resist putting my cock in there.”
If it was possible to be more horrified, his threat would do it.
“Tell you what, I’ll remove the dental gag so you can swallow. But if you refuse, it’s going back on. I, and the guards, will all mouth fuck you.”
“Why stop there?” the other man mumbles, his mouth opening to show what teeth he has are yellowed and rotten. I keep my eyes above his groin, not wanting to imagine what diseases he harbours down there.
“You going to be a good girl?” Miguel asks, casually. His expectant expression shows he really doesn’t mind one way or the other.
“Nice tits.” His companion palms my breast, squeezing it so tightly it brings tears to my eyes. “Shame to take the gag off and waste it.”
“Last chance.” Miguel’s hands start going to his fly. “Querida,I really don’t mind how we do it. There are benefits for me if you continue to refuse.”
A glance shows the other man already has his dick in his hands. He’s looking eager.I can’t, I just can’t.They’ll find some way to force me.
“How many men using that mouth will it take to convince you,querida? I’ve got a compound full of volunteers…”
I don’t know what sign to give. A nod? Would that encourage him or correctly inform him I’ll swallow the damn things rather than be molested? A shake? Would he think I meant I was refusing to do what he wants? In the end, I settle for as loud a sound as I can make with my mouth open. “Ahhhh.”
