I still looked at the man, half scared, half indignant, I asked a few more questions, but he had little or nothing, when he finally responded, he just told me to go into one of his old mansion, when finally, he closed those doors, when she found herself alone, she thought she was alone, she found herself in front of a dirty glass.
When she had to enter, he instructed the assistant to lie down on a large, wide bed, without being able to see anything, not even where he was who would have gotten there.
About fifteen minutes later I heard a gate opening, the old man greeting another man, and saying he had the cake... when she discovered that the cake was me, when she made me go down, into a small, practically dark room.
At that time, the darkness of that cabin, not allowing her to see an inch in front, where she barely knew where to walk, he was the one who guided me by the hand to an environment that I thought was a living room, as little by little I discovered a sofa, a table, and also
