Chapter Eight:

Alone in a darkened room, Titania cowered in a corner. The bad man would be back soon. She was sure of it, for he had told her so. And it was best to believe the bad man, because the bad man had promised he would always keep his word.

The door opened slowly, and in stepped a middle aged timid woman. She turned the lights on, and for the first time Titania saw her surroundings. She was in a well-furnished bedroom. There was a four-poster bed in the center of the room, and a grand dresser, with a basin, jug and towel on the top across from it, against the wall. There was a mirror hanging above it, and all around there was numerous paintings, rugs and plants. The woman opened the dressed and pulled out a red dress. Beckoning to Titania to get up, she moved towards her and whispered "You will be safe here child, if you do as you are told. If not, they will throw you headfirst into the river, or send you with the Jews to the concentration camps."

"But I want to go home to my family, I don't want to stay here" Titania pleaded.

"You have no family now child." The woman said sadly. "This is your home now."

The woman shook her head in misery, turned and scuttled out of the room.

"Please don't leave" Titania begged, running to the door. But it was too late. The door was shut in her face, and she heard the lock turn. Turning back to face the room, Titania walked to the bed, and began to cry.