"Estos niños van a ser la muerte para mí," Pepa murmered.
"Hey, Señora Pepa," Claudia called. "Have you seen Camilo? He told me he'd watch my kids while I'm at the market today."
"No," Pepa responded. "You're the third person who's asked me about my children. I haven't seen this since breakfast this morning. I swear if they're playing some sort of- great, now I'm thundering."
"Calm down," Claudia said. "Do you want a taza de té? I'm sure they're just busy helping someone. Nothing to worry over."
"I'm good," Pepa responded.
"Say, I haven't seen Isabela either," Claudia stated. "Rosa was looking for her. Some of her patio dahlias are growing slowly. She was hoping Isa could give them the push they need."
"I'll tell you if I hear anything," Pepa promised. Claudia then went back to what she was doing. "Clear skies, clear skies, clear skies. Lo juro, cuando pongo mis manos sobre ellos."
Dolores stirred awake. Everything quickly came back to her. She began to hyperventilate when she saw she wasn't alone. Camilo and Isabela were nearby, also bound and gagged. They had come around before her. The three cousins shared a grim look.
The cart came to an abrupt stop. Dolores tried to get a good look at the area they were in. It was clear to her that they were no longer in the Encanto. She didn't know how far they had gone, but she couldn't see anything but the forest.
The man walked to the back of the cart. "Good afternoon, preciosas putas," he said. "I was only supposed to bring one, but three will do. Tres lo harán perfectamente."
"I'm going to move you one by one," the man said. He tossed Dolores over his shoulder. He took her to a shed. He threw her inside. Inside was a twin-sized bed, a small fridge, and one cot. "Oh, esto va a ser divertido. He tenido mis ojos en ti desde el día que me presenté al Encanto."
He pulled out the gag. "Let us go, hijo de puta," Dolores screamed. Before she could say anything more, his lips crashed into hers. She struggled as he slipped his tongue in. He rubbed his hands on her hips.
He was yanked off of her. "Get off my sister, tu pervertido pendejo," Camilo screamed.
"Camilo, no," Dolores yelled.
"You want me to play rough with you?" the man asked. He grabbed a fist full of Camilo's curl. "Fine. I'll play rough."
"No, Milo," Dolores cried. He dragged her out of the room. "¡Don't you dare hurt him, Maldito idiota!"
