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so.
    I stood among them.
    I could now see there was a truck at another side of the clearing. Boxes of
    various sized were being removed from it and being placed in the ship.
    “Did you like your collar?” asked the man, pleasantly.
    (pg. 28) Inadvertently my fingers went to my throat.
    He stepped behind me and tore open the top button of my black, bare-midriff
    blouse. I felt a small key being inserted into the small, heavy lock. The collar
    sprung open.
    “You will doubtless have another,” he said. He handed the collar to another man,
    who took it away.
    He regarded me.
    I still clutched the handbag.
    “Let me go,” I whispered. “I have money. Here. And jewelry. And much more. It’s
    yours. Please.”
    I fumbled in the handbag and thrust the bills and the jewelry into his hands.
    He handed the bills and jewelry to another man. He did not want them.
    The men now began to bring, not gently, certain large, square boxes from the
    truck, which they placed near the large, open hatch on the ship.
    I clutched my handbag in my right hand, half-opened. Sick.
    The large man took my left hand and removed the wristwatch from it.
    “You will not need this,” he said. He handed the watch to another man.
    The time was five forty-two.
    The men unloading the truck began to unsnap the sides of the large wooden boxes
    placed near the open hatch on the ship.
    I watched in horror.
    Inside each, secured with heavy straps and buckles, attached to rings in the
    box, was a girl. Each was unclothed. Each was unconscious. Each was gagged. Each
    wore a collar.
    The men freed the girls, removing from them the gags and collars, and fastening
    on the left ankle of each what appeared to be a steel band.
    They were then carried, unconscious, into the ship.
    I screamed and turned to run. A man clutched at me. My hand tore the butcher
    knife from my handbag and I slashed wildly at him. He cried out in pain, holding
    his cut, bloody sleeve. I stumbled and got up to run. But they (pg. 29) were all
    about me, encircling me. I raised the knife to strike at them, wildly. Then I
    seemed my whole hand and wrist and arm was struck with some fantastic, numbing
    shock. The knife fell from my fingers. I sobbed with the pain. One of the men
    picked up the knife. Another took me by the arm and dragged me back before the
    large man. I was hunched over, and looked up at him, sobbing, tears in my eyes.
    The large man replaced a small implement in his jacket pocket. It resembled a
    pocket flashlight. But the beam that had struck me I had not seen.
    “The pain will not last long,” the man informed me.
    “Please,” I begged him. “Please.”
    “You were superb,” he said.
    I looked at him, numbly.
    The man whom I had slashed with the knife stood behind him, holding his arm,
    grinning.
    “Have your arm attended to,” said the large man. The other grinned again and
    turned away, going toward the truck.
    One of the men from the dark, disklike shape, the smaller one, which had
    followed me, approached. “There is little time,” he said.
    The large man nodded. But he did not seem perturbed, nor hurried.
    He looked at me, carefully. “Stand straight,” he said, not ungently.
    I tried to stand straight. My arm still felt paralyzed from the shock. I could
    not move my fingers.
    He touched the bloodied cut on my belly, where the branch had struck me. Then,
    with his hand, he lifted my head, turning it, looking at the cut on my cheek.
    “We are not pleased,” he said.
    I said nothing.
    “Bring salve,” he said.
    An ointment was brought, and he smeared it across the two cuts. It was odorless.
    To my surprise it seemed to be absorbed almost immediately.
    “You must be more careful,” he said.
    Again I said nothing.
    (pg. 20) “You might have marked yourself,” he said, “or might have been
    blinded.” He returned the ointment to another man. “They are superficial,” he
    told me, “and will heal without trace.”
    “Let me go!” I cried. “Please!