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Wife?

I was confused, it wasn't an feeling I enjoyed. Being confused was being vulnerable. I had prided myself in not being vulnerable.
"Newbies line up." a voice bellowed over the loud speaker.
I assumed that meant me so I filed behind a couple of people hoping to fly under the radar.
"Face Raul Castro" the voice yelled again.
We turned 90 degrees to face the dictator of Cuba.
"Welcome! We hope you enjoy your next few years of being a slave! After 10 years you may be a citizen but you are never allowed to leave Cuba. One of you ladies will be my wife."
Raul looked in his 70s and I hope he didn't pick me. His stare was aimed right at me and I gulped.
He began walking toward me. He leaned into my ear he whispered, "What is your name?" He sent chills down my spine.
"I am Stephanie."
He backed away and then proclaimed "I have picked Stephanie as my wife."
Two guard grabbed me and made me follow Raul as we walked to his house. I was scared, so very scared.