For a week, I have been surrounded by thirty-five wayward people. We have no water or food while we are locked in this cryptic shipping container. Absolutely nowhere private to relieve ourselves. Several girls my age cried the first two days.
It is quiet now except for the two toddlers. Two women on the boat have become their surrogate mothers.
I am relieved when we dock. I didn’t know how much longer it would be before we dehydrate. Some are already lethargic.
I last seen Mr. Palmer when he auctioned me off at port with the others.
I am the first one to ascend out of the container. On deck, two dubious looking men strip me down. They proceed to shove me across the ship. I watch their eyes linger on me. The one with the scruffy beard hoses me down. It is the first bath I have had since the abduction.
After the mortifying experience, they hand me a flowered dress and propel me onto the Blue Lagoon Beach.
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