Foreword
I think first of all I have to introduce myself, my name is EVA FOSTER and I grew up in a traditional Mormon family in northern Canada, I was my uncle's fifteenth wife, and the last ... The reason for writing these stories was not to tell the story. mine, but that of a man, can not be called human because it is not, but it can be said that he was much more human than the people I had around me.
It is up to each reader to believe me or not the next record, but you must take into account that I do not lie to them and that I have done it since it was their last will ... Without more to say, I say goodbye and I want to remind you that there is no that believe everything they see. (What is in front of your eyes is not necessarily the real thing
CHAPTER 1
The night was cold, like a typical Toronto weather, but nothing like the cold looks that people from the bar where I had entered gave me, but of course I do not blame them, I would also look that way if someone comes running, with a dirty face , panting and in the process you would have closed the door with a single blow, vibrating the mirrors of the wooden door.
I ignored the looks I set out to see through the glass, my persecutors were gone, I breathed deeply, relieved, little by little the sound of my heart left my ears, I could almost cry with relief, I turned around, and people They did not look at me, which was also a great relief, I sat at the bar, and I did detail the place, the almost gray wood, everywhere, some pool tables, some hanging lamps, many people at different tables, some prostitutes. .. a typical bar ...
Hey !, will you be watching or are you going to ask for something? - I heard a pretty tempting voice, something thick but seductive, I began to tremble with fear, I turned and saw a man, maybe 1.92 meters or more, short black hair , black eyes and dark complexion like a chocolaty tone, very tempting to the human sight, the sound of my heart returned to my ears ..
Eeeeh ... I ...- I nervously checked in my pockets, I only had a couple of coins that did not even reach for a glass of water, I sighed- this is enough for a water? ...
Mmmm ...- said the man, looking at me with some displeasure- let's do something, I do not usually give charity but you're really scared, I'll give you a hamburger and water, but do not get used to it?
Thanks! - I said with my best smile, I had not been able to eat for two days, just drinking water, so that act of charity was the glory- many, thank you very much sir!
Ok, I'm not that old, wait here, do not steal anything I'll go to the kitchen- he said with a grin before disappearing behind the doors that led to the kitchen ...
For the first time in weeks I would enjoy a decent or semi-decent meal, whatever it was like that made me forget where I would sleep that night, even for a few seconds ... But my happiness was short-lived, men had entered the bar, dressed in pants khaki, turtle neck sweater, those men wore beards and looked for me ... I jumped the bar and hid, while covering my moans of fear and contained tears, I hugged my legs with my free arm and began to tremble when I could see the mirror of the liqueur showcase as the men approached the bar ...
At that moment the bartender left the kitchen, he looked at me somewhat confused, but with a quick indication of his eyes he turned and looked at the men, I put the food on a shelf hidden under the bar, hiding it was placed next to me, I could feel the heat of his leg Roseing my arm, I wanted to cling to him, but the fear and disgust that I felt did not leave me, so I slowly pulled back to the corner of the bar and covered my face, the more I hugged myself ...
Who want or are going to stay there watching everyone? - Listen to the bartender asked - and good?
We are looking for a woman, someone saw her enter here, have you seen her? - one of the men answered
First: many women of all kinds enter here - answered the bartender in a sarcastic tone - and second, I stopped being psychic for a while to guess the appearance of people, how is it?
Thin, light brown, eyes honey, dirty, sportswear, height something like 1.60 meters ... And well? - answered another man-
