(photo credit: asi.fullerton.edu)
Lola woke up with a start. Looking around, she could see that she was in a small, stark room. An undersized window provided the only light. And the door looked to be made of steel. She lay on a single bed under a single sheet. It was hot. Stifling. She was still naked. Was this the way they were keeping her here? Was she somehow supposed to feel embarrassed or ashamed of her body? Her bareness would not interfere with any planned attempts at escape. Lola knew she may be stuck in this place indefinitely but she would never give up on thinking of ways to leave.
As she lay there, her thoughts drifted to her mother. She had been one of the women who had disappeared during the time of the Restoration Party’s rule. She was considered a threat because of her outspokenness as well as the fact that she was a spiritual leader. The Restoration Party believed that all women were to be demurring if not silent. Furthermore, they held the belief that only men qualified as religious leaders. Lola and her father, Jack were determined to find her. Lola was hoping that this latest quest would lead her closer to Adrienne.
Her reverie was interrupted by the jangling of keys in the lock. Lola sat up. The door opened slowly. Then the sound of boots followed by four shadows. A tall formidable looking male wearing jeans, black t-shirt and boots walked toward Lola. His face was youthful and his black hair was closely cropped. Everything about him was dark with the exception of his fiercely blue eyes. Lola looked behind him. The shadows were actually four women, dressed in plain white dresses. Their hair was in a long braid that flowed towards the floor. They eyes were cast down so as to obscure their faces.
The man pulled the sheet from Lola’s body. She looked straight into his eyes, unflustered by his movement. He grabbed her by her chin. “Lower your head, girl. A woman never looks a man in the eye. You better get used to it.”
“And what will you do if I don’t?” she replied defiantly. With that, he picked Lola up and pinned her to the wall. “Oh, we’ll just send you over to the Saddle Club’s cage. You’ll become the daily delight of the Rifleman and his kind.”
The thought of this turned Lola’s stomach. She was beginning to get the idea of the Restoration Party’s policy on women. Spouses. Servants. Sex Slaves. Servile. Silent. Submissive. Bound to Bondage by decree of the Master.
Lola decided not to tempt fate. If she was going to gather information, she would need to get as close to the position of power as possible. She offered herself over.