" "Where you think you're goin' to, kid?" another man asked." "Where you think you're goin' to, kid?" another man asked. Rafael pointed at the door, "I gotta go,... I gotta go pretty bad, mister," he said as he looked arrogantly at the man that had been addressed as Luis. Luis was the man who had frightened him when he first got into the van. "Take him inside and let him shit," Luis said, "Then bring 'im back out." One of the men took Rafael by the shoulder and steered him inside, pushing him towards the men's bathroom at the rear of the restaurant. Rafael was scared but he didn't call out. There were other men there who might help him. The boy didn't understand why he was scared, but he was. Perhaps it was because he was still half- asleep. He yawned sleepily and went into the cubicle while the man remained near the door. He eased his shorts down and sat down slowly. The wetness in his underpants seemed to have dried up but it was awfully sore just inside his anus and the slightest movement of his bowel send a painful tremor through him. He strained until he nearly cried from the effort. Nothing came out except a foamy slime and a few small wet bubbles of gas. He stood up weakly as the man hammered on the door. Rafael's head was spinning. He wanted to keep trying to relieve the pressure that seemed to be inside him still. There was a constant, nagging ache somewhere deep inside his body and he kept squeezing his sphincter to make it go away. Slowly he pulled up his shorts and underpants and went out. The man gripped his shoulder again and steered him back through the restaurant and outside again. He released his grip on the boy only when no one was around. He led the way over to the van. For a moment Rafael thought about running but he convinced himself that his fear was irrational. These men weren't going to hurt him, they were giving him a lift to Miami. |