SalvajeRodrigo

Her father watched her from the edge of the water, and for the first time she wondered what was hiding behind that gaze that followed her with every stroke.

The mattress creak in her parents’ room wasn’t sex: it was theft. Sabina padded down the hall barefoot until she pressed her eye to the crack in the door.

He was more than twice her age and her mother’s man. But when they were left alone in the house, Carla understood he’d wanted exactly this for months.

The elevator was old and narrow, and she was right in front of me. I only had to slide my hand around behind her and pray her husband kept his eyes on his phone.

For months he’d pretended her uniform didn’t affect him. That afternoon, with her thigh bandaged and his hands trembling on her skin, he knew he couldn’t hold back anymore.

It was six forty. She checked her watch, asked me to stop beside the alley, and before I could ask anything, she was already kissing me.

With days left before my trip, she called me for an innocent favor. Neither of us imagined we'd end up locked inside, in the dark, without clothes.

When my stepmother locked the bedroom door and started unbuttoning her blouse, I knew that punishment wouldn’t be like any sermon before it.