Camilo grunted as the fist made contact with his face. "Yep, that's gonna leave a bruise," Camilo muttered. "Are you done now? You see, my sister, cousin, and I have people who need us. I'm guessing that's something you don't relate to."
"You think this is funny?" the man asked. "This is some sort of joke to you?"
"I'm trying to distract myself from the fact that your breath smells like spoiled arepas," Camilo said. "My tía Julieta is a chef whose food can heal. I know a bad one from a good one. And boy, have you been eating some poor ones."
That earned him another punch. "Estúpido mierda, tratando de jugar la carta del héroe," the man laughed. "Voy a tener a tu hermana en la cama. Puede que me hayas detenido dos veces, pero no habrá una tercera vez."
"Nice try," Camilo chuckled. "I barely let my sister's boyfriend, who I like, hold her hand. If you want to touch her, you'll have to do it over my dead body, Bastardo espeluznante."
"Not death," the man said. "No, you're valuable alive. We've never had a shapeshifter in our business. That could be a very desirable attribute. I could get you at one of the high-end places for an amazing price. Yet, you're a dolor en mi Culo. Vas a ir al peor burdel que conozco."
Camilo gulped. He heard of those types of places. He heard some of the men in the Encanto talk about going to one. He didn't know what went down in one, but based on their language, it didn't sound pleasant. The man called to someone. "Bring me the Morales brothers," he called.
Isabela banged on the door. "If only there was something I could use to grow something to break the door," Isabela shouted. "This floor is too thick. This room also has no windows. ¡Este es mi propio infierno personal!"
"He's had Camilo for at least an hour," Dolores said. "Of course, this room is soundproof. He's probably done unspeakable things in here. Camilo shouldn't even be here. He's fifteen!"
"None of us should be here," Isabela said.
"I'm sorry for bringing you into this," Dolores sighed.
"I'm glad you're not here alone," Isabela reassured her. The door opened, and the man entered.
"Where is my brother, pedazo de mierda maloliente?" Dolores growled.
"None of your business, puta," he said. He then slapped Dolores in the face. "Now, I've had a bad day. I wish to talk to you alone before I continue with it."
