Lana:

My name is Lana and I don't know what is going on. A woman brought me and my friend, Brent, to live with her. We were both glad to get out of the camp but things had gone horribly wrong. I don't know if I offended her or what went wrong.

I heard the door lock being worked Trisha unlocked to door. When she entered, I was curled up in the corner, crying. Sometimes I wished I'd died when the war started. If they had killed me like my parents, I would not be in this situation. I thought America was a safe country!

Trisha put her arms around me and tried to soothe me, “It's OK. I'm going to take good care of you.”

She helped me up and sat me on the bed. She laid me back and fastened my hands and feet gently to the bedposts. I was still crying when Trisha kissed me on the forehead and placed a huge pink gag in my mouth that looked like a giant baby pacifier. She fastened it behind my head and left me restrained to the bed.

When she opened the door to leave, I could see Zoey waiting in the hall with a smile. The maid is part of this whole thing so she couldn't be trusted to help. I would have to be careful about what I said around her and I'd have to warn Brent, too.

I didn't know what was going to happen to me but it was clear we did not get lucky and find a wonderful home to live in until we had a permanent place to stay. This was all a ruse to lure us here. On the way down the lane, I thought how pretty and private this place was. Now it was clear that's the way Trisha wanted it.

I thought about it. Crying would not help. I had my cry and got it out of my system. I needed to think clearly and I had no time for a pity party. Were we going to be sold as sex slaves? Were they going to kill us? Had they done this before? They seemed to have everything thought out.

I lay in the bed, thinking about what I could do, how I could get out of this? How long would I be here, like this, before she came back? With no clock, I had no way to measure time. My mind wandered in the darkened room.