The Entrapped

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve posted all this, what you see... plus the full color high definition video of you performing a rather indecent sex act on a boy... on the internet. A secret IP address. No one knows it’s there... for now... no one knows how to access except Maria and me. It will remain in cyberspace, unknown, and unviewed if certain remuneration is made.”

“Boy? You said he’s 24.”

“You know that now. I know that also, but will any viewer come to that conclusion? You were certainly convinced.

“I have not posted his age. So let’s give that some thought... the most notorious drug dealer in the world... forced from his secret closet of homosexuality by a rather explicit video... and some provocative photos. What would that do for you in the testosterone laden world of narcotics, Pablo? Escobar, the ruthless fag? Doesn’t instill much fear and intimidation, now does it?”

A fuming Escobar remains silent, indeed excogitating all the ramifications of disclosure. Ramona pauses then continues. “And all that esteem you’ve nurtured with the poor coca growers in the mountains... not much fealty to be offered to a maricon,” Ramona sneering in using the despicable Spanish profanity for homosexual.

“It’s nothing more than computer editing, you can do anything with software,” Escobar counters.

Ramona arises, Maria staying most proximate.

“Come. Renee sometimes likes to lounge about without her panties... the naughty little girl.”

Ramona leads to the bedroom. There, an apprehensive Renee lays caged in nakedness. A prevenient Baldur senses potential aggression and stirs. Maria follows, knife at the ready.

“Your date,” Ramona sardonically offers with a sweeping motion of her hand.

Renee goes to all fours and crawls forth near the hatch opening.

“May I suck your penis, Sir?” the offer so humble, the words seeming to beseech the attention which all males delight in giving.

Then Renee rises to kneel, displaying in full his/her remaining maleness.

“This is sick!” Escobar blurts, the contrasting morality most ironic... orally sodomizing a young girl versus an adult male.

Becoming physical, he steps forth and violently shakes the cage door, testing its ineluctability. Baldur growls in warning. Maria’s right hand moves to her left hip. Renee timidly shrinks in fear.

Noting the combined threats, just as quickly Escobar steps back. Resigning himself to being ensnared, he composes himself.

“Take the $50,000.”

“I will. Jet fuel is expensive. But you’ll offer more. Much more,” the voice of Ramona quite cool as the catch is reeled in.

“You women have cojones. How much more?”

“One million dollars. I can give you a couple of days. Even provide wire instructions if you like.”

Escobar shakes his head.

“If there’s to be a deal... it will be cash. Leave you with the problem of laundering.”

Ramona nods... a reasonable concession.

“How can I trust you? If I arrange the funds, how do I know you’ll not disclose the web address any way?” Escobar reasons, stalling for time to think.

“In a way, Pablo, you’ll never know. All you can do is offer the money and hope I’m a good business person,” Ramona replies with a quick laugh. “But think about it, once paid I’m done playing here. This feline is going to move on to the next mouse. Though I normally shy from politicians, I understand there are some high ranking Chinese officials hitting the casinos in Macao with large sums of purloined government funds. Ideal customers, don’t you think?”

Escobar understands he is dealing with a professional... and that he has no choice but to pay and hope.

“You’ll get your money, bitch... but I want him,” Escobar fervently pointing to the cage.

“So you do find interest... in men,” Ramona laughs.

“Yes, every man that has betrayed me...”