To Win

How far would you go to win?

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Jesus fuck! 

Keep your voice down, or Ernesto will get suspicious. He thinks you’re a client.

Keep it down? Arturo, I’m trying not to vomit. It’s just... I can’t believe what you let him do to you.

Why not?

Why... Why not? What the hell kind of question is that, man? You... You got tits, and your face... You look like your sister.

I’m prettier than my sister ever was. Skinnier, too. And you’re forgetting the worst part, or maybe you didn’t see yet.

Oh my god. Ernesto... He...

Castrated me. Yes. Actually it’s the first thing he did, the same night I surrendered to him. The rest of this, though? That was my idea.

Your idea? Wait, did you want this? I... I don’t understand.

I’m sure. And that’s why you’ll always be a follower, Raul. A good and loyal follower, but a follower nonetheless. I surrendered to Ernesto to save our men. Our gang was losing the war, and I hoped my sacrifice would end the bloodshed. I figured he’d execute me. Instead he cut off my balls and fed them to his dog. For many days, I wished he’d killed me—I even prayed to die. Then I realized I’d been given an opportunity. The next day, I begged Ernesto for hormones. I told him if I couldn’t be man, I’d rather be a woman. He agreed.

An opportunity for what though? You work in his whorehouse. 

During the day, yes. But where do you think I sleep?

You mean… You’re having sex with him?

I’m fucking him, yes. And, slowly, he’s lowering his guard. I think he may even be falling in love. He believes I’ve been secretly gay all this time. Soon I’ll kill him and we’ll have our revenge. You see, my friend, sometimes you have to lose the battle to win the war. Now, let’s hurry so you can go.

Hurry...? Hurry and do what?

You have to fuck me, Raul. He has cameras in this room. They do not have audio, but he’s always watching. Take off your pants. I can already see you’re ready.