Prologue
The three men stood in front of her, making no sound. The beams from their flashlights played over her lush, scantily clad form. Felicia could only wimper silently, trying to draw the sheet up and around her ever tighter. She was alone, helpless, and the thought of what these three could, no, would, do to her sent an icy chill down her spine. There was no fighting them, and she quietly cursed her father for bringing her to this migrants' camp, blaming him for the ... They moved to her and about her. Felicia entered into beautiful anguish.