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The Circle: Abduction.

... nothing. Inside my chest, my heart screamed out in despair and it took all my will to suppress my growing urge to cry. He came toward me and my skin grew cold as he reached for my chain. I was certain he would force himself on me again, but he only unlocked the ring that connected my chain to the wall. The light links clinked with a soft, high pitched rattle as he gathered them in his hand. Using it as a leash, he tugged on the metal collar around my throat. "Come, girl. Rise and follow me. I warn you not to resist. There is simply no place for you to run, and the time for disobedience is past." With his sister, Circe, leading the way, he took me from my cell. I had no choice but to do as he commanded and he led me through a narrow maze of dark and dreary halls. Ascending darkened stairs, we rose from the bowels of the ship and emerged into the dazzling brightness of the midday sun. It's incandescent glare reflected off of the sea and painfully stung my tear-filled eyes. Blinded by it's glare, I stumbled clumsily at the end of my chain as I was led onto the deck. I blinked and rubbed my eyes as Marco secured my chain to a metal rail that jutted from the whitewashed structure of the ship. It was only then I saw I was not alone in the misery of my plight. Three other girls, all about my age, and equally frightened, were standing in line. Each was collard and chained to the same rail that held my own. "What's happening?" I asked them, hoping to find a friendly or sympathetic ...

... voice, but before any could answer, Marco turned. "Silence! Do not speak. It is not your place to question. You are slaves and you must learn your place if your are to live." The sudden sharpness of his command froze my heart and another sob rose in my belly. I would surely have cried again, if not for the angry, hate filled scream that rose from the girl next to me. "You fucking bastard!" she shouted with a poisonous venom that chilled me to my soul. "How dare you do this to me! To all of us! I'll never submit to this, do you hear me!" I turned and tried to back away from her. To this day, I clearly remember the loathing, deathlike hatred that haunted her in that moment. She was a beautiful black woman with noble eyes and she stood tall and proud despite her chains. She spit at Marco's feet and cursed him again. Standing there, chained to the rail, she held his implacable gaze fearlessly, as if she accepted that there was no horror beyond that which had already been visited upon her. Her strength was such that the rest of us drew courage from her defiance, and Marco grimaced as he saw it happening. Not understanding the horrible drama that was about to unfold, I looked from him to Circe to see how they might respond. Circe seemed only saddened by this dark woman's refusal. Marco too seemed deflated, and the baritone in his vice diminished, as if he, himself, was surrendering to the inevitable. "So, then Layla, you demand to be freed?" The girl stood her ground, fearlessly ...