The Black Hole - Part 2 - Rape, or The Heart of Darkness.

"Because I'm the one who sucked you off at Narciso," I told Abdul. "I just wanted... to get to know you..."

As I said this, Toussaint and Malik looked at Abdul, who presided over the improvised tribunal, between them. Abdul's broad face, with his lion-like expression, which looked at me with severity, and judged me like a king judging a miserable peasant, finally changed, and he faced his two friends.

Because, my suffering readers, I was being judged with great seriousness by these three people. Abdul, the black man I had followed through the streets, had seen me following him, although apparently he didn't know that I had been coming from the Narciso sauna. He was a slender man with broad shoulders, a piece of a man, very dark black, with a strong and wide jaw, and a shaved head. Not to mention the package in his pants, which I had seen unwrapped and enraged...

Toussaint, who at first I took to be Abdul's younger brother, because he seemed like a younger version, and because he seemed to follow his friend's words, was another black man, thinner and less corpulent, with a similar shaved head, but with a serious expression, which gave me angry looks. The other, Malik, had a pointed face and a fine mustache and curly hair, with a cruel point, in a tone a bit less black. All three were very angry with me, and the truth is that I had to admit that, from their point of view, they had some reason.

When Abdul alerted them to the fat white guy who was following him, they approached the door of his house, where they saw me. From what I deduced from their accusations, insults, and shouts ("What the hell is going on, fat white guy! Do you want to see us beat you up? Don't stay with us!"), I could glimpse that the three of them had had their ups and downs with the police, due to issues of manteo or drugs, I didn't understand it well. Seeing that someone was following him, Abdul naturally assumed that it could be a police officer, or an informant or something similar. So they dragged me inside their house, with pushes, shouts, and some blows, they constituted themselves as an improvised tribunal, the three of them sitting on the sofa in their dining room, and refusing to let me go, they harshly interrogated me about what I intended, following Abdul and snooping around the door of his house.

I was completely terrified, both by their shouts and by the great anger of the three, who barely gave me time to stammer God knows what answers. Abdul's gaze, reigning in the center, nailed me to the soul, with his severity and indignation. Toussaint and Malik were the ones who shouted at me and threatened me, I swear I didn't know what to do or what to say, standing there, and almost on the verge of tears, because I didn't know what to do to get out of the mess I had gotten myself into, for losing control of my actions with the excitement of what had happened to me in the glory hole. Finally, all I could do was confess the trut...