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On a Thursday in April, at three in the morning, P called me. He was desperate.

P: Hello Topsecret, forgive the hour.

T: Hello P, what's wrong. You caught me by miracle packing my bags since I have to leave for Zaragoza tomorrow. I'll be staying for a week, so I ask if you can keep an eye on the house... and also water the plants, okay.

P: Yes, of course, consider it done.

T: Okay, good, and what's wrong with you?

P: You know my father-in-law - he said with a hoarse, broken voice. You know what he's doing to me.

(They weren't questions, they were statements)

I didn't answer.

P: He's taken everything from me. My wife. My mother. My daughter at least got away for a few years. They only talk about him. "Angel this, Angel that." It's as if I didn't exist. As if I'd been erased from my own life. And do you know the worst part?

T: No, tell me.

…

P: That... that... oh, I'm so ashamed to say this to you...

T: Come on, damn it, spit it out. You know you can tell me anything, no matter how embarrassing it is. We lost our virginity together when we were 18 and we know each other physically and psychologically. Tell me!

With a broken voice, he continues telling me...

P: That I know what I did has no name, I know. But this... this isn't justice. This is... a fucked-up situation.

T: What is it, P?

…

There was a long silence. I could hear him breathing. I could hear him crying, holding back the sound, gritting his teeth.

P: That... I've been jerking off for two weeks, thinking about how he dominated me, and... every time I desire more to be his again. I'm starting to get jealous of my wife and my mother. Buuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, buuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I don't know why this is happening to me.

And he hung up without saying goodbye.

I remained seated on the bed, in the darkness, with the phone in my hand, watching the screen turn off.

And I thought about Angel. About how P had ended up seeing him as a God.

What a bastard my father-in-law is, and the books of the Templars. Angel is provoking the greatest excitement in P again, and P recognizes it and tells me desperately. My God.

I decide not to tell Angel anything and wait to see how the story develops.

In our last conversation, Angel seemed to have noticed some gesture, some glance about what P says, what I don't know is if he imagined it or if it was based on some details P had.

In any case, although I would never go back to Angel under the circumstances that have been happening, maybe it's a way to end when someone was dominated in that way.

Let's give time some time to see what happens.

…

On a Friday night, Laura had taken the girls to her sister's house in Toledo. Cristina was at a spa. And P was alone in Madrid.

Angel knew it and showed up witho...