Eva awoke due to the disturbing noises of the City. Brum, brum, the jeeps and cars would say. Brum, brum. She stood up, trembling, and looked around her. Oh, what a nightmare, she thought. It had been three years since she ran away from her home. Grandmother must have been worried about her. She wished she did not run away from her home in the province. She missed the small nipa hut, where she would sleep on its cozy floor, being hummed to sleep by her grandma. She missed the wide and open fields, where her Grandfather would take her to see the farm. She missed the clean and fresh air of the province, and she longed for the clear, crystal waters of the river where she would take a bath. She missed the gladdened days of her youth, when all was free and full of glee. She missed running in the plains endlessly, without a care about the world. She missed those days, but they were out of her reach now. She could no longer sleep in the cozy floor of their nipa hut, for now she can only sleep in the cold and hard floors of the streets of Manila. She could no longer breathe the fresh airs of the province; she could then only breathe the poisoned airs of the city. She could no longer bathe in the clear waters of the river; then she was lucky if it rained. She could no longer be free, glad and innocent, for she had bonded herself with sin. She had dipped herself in the slimy mire of the city. She was ever stained and all traces of innocence were no longer with her.
She had run away because of the false promise of her supposed lover, Eric. Eric Raymond F. Gonzales, the handsome young neighbor who had won her heart. Eric, the name then ripped her apart. She had eloped with him for his insincere promises of a better life. He promised her a better life, a better life than the simple and quiet life in the province. " A life of adventure, Eva! Think about it, we will become rich and our lives will never again be boring." Eric said to her one Sunday night. She never did think that the life in the province was boring until Eric had said it to her. She thought about it for a week and she decided to go with Eric. Then a hideous plan was revealed to her. Eric intended to sell Eva to the rich businessmen of Manila. He had left her in a motel one night. She did not know then the heinous plan of Eric. Then she heard someone knocking on the door. She hastened to open it for she thought it was Eric. Then she saw a different man at the door. The man at the door was decent looking, he had glasses and he wore a dark business suit. He looked at her intently with an evil spark in his eyes. Eva, frightened, said in a startled voice, "Wh-Who are you?" The man did not answer her inquiry and held her or more like grabbed her and he carried her to bed. He raped her and no struggle that came from her was heeded. She then slept and she awoke in a park, under a tree. It was at that moment that she realized that her life was changed forever.
Well that doesn't matter now, Eva thought to herself. I must buy food, she thought. Her stomach was growling. She needed to find food. She then remembered that she had no money. Fortunately she was still healthy back then. She was beautiful and her body was desirable. She could then sell her wares. She walked to the alley by the bars of Manila. Then she found it. There was the table on which could satisfy hunger. Then she climbed up the table then took of all her clothes except her undergarments. She then flaunted her wares to the driving jeepney drivers. Hunger, hunger said her stomach. The jeepney drivers were hungry too. Hungry for woman flesh.
Eva awoke in the morning. The sun was shining high then. It was noon. She still held the two hundred-peso bills in her hands. The city people were walking pass her. Lord knows what's in their minds, Eva thought. If there ever is a Lord, she mused to herself. The Lord should have remedied my hunger, she thought. Her hunger for food, her hunger for love, her hunger for the simple pleasures of the province and her hunger for justice. She lost faith in the Lord a long time ago. I'm hungry, she thought. Food. I need food, she thought to herself.