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Simon felt threatened when he saw that guy, he was a huge dark-skinned bull, somewhat old but he carried a machete in his hand, while he looked at him with contempt.

That guy entered the room without saying anything else, he saw Simon and made a disappointed face, and then walked towards a dilapidated dresser.

Simon stood up as he could and raised both fists prepared to fight for his life again, because he did not know the intentions of this old bull in front of him.

"Who are you? What is this place? How did you get here? What do you want with me?" Said the Dragon with a firm voice.

"Who am I, you don't care, this is my house, I brought you when I found you floating in the irrigation canal, and the truth was I was hoping you would die to remove your skin and sell it, that's all," said the bull as he placed his machete on top of that dresser.

Simon growled and became more defensive, pain ran through his body while he was standing still, but he was afraid that the old man would take any opportunity to finish him off.

Suddenly the old bull sat up on the bed and began to take off his pants.

"What is he doing?" Simon said as he looked at him.

"It was a very difficult day, I need to rest" said the bull throwing his pants on the rickety dresser, and then laying naked on the bed.

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Simon se sintio amenazado al ver al tipo aquel, era un toro enorme de piel oscura, algo anciano pero el cual cargaba en su mano un machete, mientras lo veia con desprecio.

Aquel tipo entro a la habitacion sin decir mas, vio a Simon he hizo una mueca de desepcion, para luego caminar hacia un destartalado tocador.

Simon como pudo se puso de pie y levanto ambos puños preparado para pelear por su vida nuevamente, pues no sabia las intenciones de este viejo toro frente a el.

"Quien es usted?, que es este lugar?, como llegue aqui?, que quiere conmigo?", dijo el Dragon con voz firme.

"Quien soy yo, no te importa, esta es mi casa, yo te traje cuando te encontre flotando en el canal de riego, y la verdad esperaba que te murieras para quitarte la piel y venderla eso es todo", dijo el toro mientras colocaba su machete encima de aquel tocador.

Simon gruño y se puso mas a la defensiva, el dolor recorria su cuerpo mientras se encontraba parado, pero temia que aquel viejo aprovechara cualquier oportunidad para acabar con el.

De pronto el viejo toro se sento en la cama y comenzo a quitarse sus pantalones.

"Que esta haciendo" dijo Simon mientras lo veia.

"Fue un dia muy dificil, necesito descansar" dijo el toro arrojando su pantalon sobre el destartalado tocador, para luego recostarse desnudo sobre la cama.

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