Chapter Eight
My wait was short. They were here. I could hear people in the room. In spite of the pain of being sold, there was nothing I could do. There was no way to fight men I could not see.
It took them less than ten minutes to prepare me for transport. There was a full hood over my head. My upper body was tightly secured in a strait jacket and a similar sack was buckled over my legs. I guess you could relate it to a cocoon.
Some guy picked me up, draped me over his shoulder and carried me to a vehicle in the yard. A half hour later I was in a jet and heading down the runway to who knows where. I lay there and pondered my future. I realized it was bleak. I had a terrible feeling it was going to be worse than my stay in Aruba.
When the plane landed and I was finally released from m
