Moon in Cancer 2

The sun is at its peak… it's terribly hot… my buttocks are burning, and from the reflection in the car, I can see they have marks…

But the pain in my testicles and nipples has me focused… I'm washing Dad's car… the same damn car I crashed into, dented the hood, and broke the facade.

As soon as Joaquín left, my dad grabbed me by the hair - "Get naked, damn it!" - he yelled without letting go of my hair. I took off my shoes, pants, and underwear with my feet.

"Get completely naked!… take off your socks!" - tears came out when I bent down to take off my socks because my dad still had me grabbed by the hair. Then he let go so I could take off my shirt.

He made me get on all fours, and he threw a bucket at my face, which I barely managed to dodge with my hand.

Then came some rags and a brush - "I want that car clean, damn it!" - he said - "I want it shining" - he insisted, taking off his belt. A blow from his belt on my back made me understand he wasn't joking. I hastened to fill the bucket with water and poured soap into it.

"Fast, damn it!" - he said, giving me two lashes on the back with his belt.

I was already angry - "The water is filling up!" - I said begrudgingly… I hadn't finished the sentence when the belt on my buttocks caused tremendous burning - "Don't answer me back, idiot!" -

He went to the back of the patio where mom usually hangs the laundry, and I focused on the bucket without realizing what he was doing… he was collecting clothespins from the clothesline.

"Stand up straight and put your hands behind your back" - I obeyed, surprised… I never could have imagined someone would put clothespins on my nipples one day, let alone my dad!

Between the surprise and fear, the first clothespin hurt like hell… then he put another one on my other nipple, and I saw him smile… he was smiling!

The clothespins feel like an endless pinch that comes and goes… it's a tolerable pain, but it's still pain, intense and annoying.

He didn't stop there; he grabbed my testicles… roughly, I almost felt like he was going to crush them… I held back the urge to scream, he crouched down, and I got scared… then he put one… two… three clothespins on my right testicle… those really hurt, or maybe it's my pride, I don't know… then one… two… three… ahhhh, I couldn't take the pain anymore… four on my left testicle.

"I'll take them off when you finish" - he said, and he's keeping his word.

When I threw the soapy rag over the hood and started washing it, the real ordeal began… I move so slowly because I have to open my legs to avoid pulling the clothespins… I'm full of pain and feel ridiculous… my dad is sitting, drinking a beer.

It hurts when I walk, and I hear the damn clothespins clanging when I make each movement.

At least he's not hitting me with his belt on my back anymore… ...