The Fear (Part IV)

With a permanent bodyguard, Beltrán had very little freedom. A new university, living in an exclusive apartment, far from any social contact, he dedicated his time to studying, a lot, and exercising. He had a small gym in his residence. A worker prepared his food, did the cleaning, and took care of all his needs.

His bodyguard was an Israeli, 28 years old, very athletic, reserved, and professional. Personally hired by his father, he was a person of exclusive trust, very loyal, and without any questioning. He had worked as a bodyguard for a politician and that's how the father met him.

He was always with Beltrán, and on the day he was off, it was usual for another custodian to arrive, who the principal personally selected and supervised. There were at least three until finally, a 26-year-old Colombian started to fulfill that role. He was an ex-soldier, quite athletic (not as much as the Israeli), a bit more conversational, with darker skin than Beltrán, the same height, and he used to exercise with him. Besides, he spent almost the whole day at home, because on Sundays, he didn't usually go out anywhere.

If the Israeli didn't have any communication, except to tell him where they were going and being willing to receive a negative response, with the Colombian, there was a certain affinity and closeness.

The Colombian's name was Elian, from Cali, an ex-soldier of special forces, who now worked as a custodian due to a complex story that Beltrán found out about little by little, in sporadic conversations at first and more frequent ones while they exercised: it was a story of drug trafficking, false positives, escape, paramilitaries, mercenaries, and bodyguards.

Beltrán started to desire these conversations every Sunday. It was almost an addiction. There was something that caught his attention about Elian: perhaps that he was attractive, kind, always available, much closer than the Israeli, and that he accompanied him and didn't just guard him.

It's necessary to clarify that Beltrán was heterosexual, although there were occasions when he questioned that circumstance a couple of years ago, but he repressed that deviation and never took any action that could be considered homosexual. But what had happened during his kidnapping kept coming back to his mind with a reiteration that seemed sick and violent to him: being penetrated by a dog was something that had marked him. He had tried to deny that possibility, but deep down, he knew that despite the pain and humiliation, he had felt excitement in that violation.

"Why does this happen to me?" "Why can't I forget it?" were questions he asked himself over and over again on nights of intense nightmares, which woke him up completely sweaty and agitated, unable to go back to sleep.

He couldn't get that out of his mind.

He studied, didn't have friends, went from his residence to the university, and his communications with his mo...