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Isaiah turned to Celia. His eyes were full of question and uncertainty. She smiled and stepped to him. Her hand reached out for his. She held it. “Do you know why we’re here?” she asked him. He shook his head. Isaiah did not know why, did not know anything at this point. Celia took a deep breath; she could hear the man outside counting. He was on six now. She would have to speak quickly. “You remember the men who came for you, the ones in the robes? Don’t speak, just listen and nod if you remember.” Isaiah nodded. She continued. “Those men who came for you and for me are slave traders. They seek out those who they think are worthy of pleasuring others, of obeying commands, of learning the lessons from Masters.” Isaiah blinked his eyes. He could not believe, would not believe it. Yet, why would this girl lie to him. She had no reason to lie. “I know that you might have a hard time believing me, but trust me on this, I know. I know that this is what is happening. My sister, she too is a slave. I remember when they came for her, remember how my mother cried. My father never said anything, he stood there, silently. They promised me I wouldn’t have this happen, they lied to me, and now, the both of us are here, together.”  Isaiah listened to this young girl, her voice full of emotion and an underlying bitterness. He wanted to help her. His fingers squeezed her own. She continued. “There will be lessons and challenges to break the both of us, to see how far our limits go.”