Orientation

Jessica picked up the box and followed one of the men out of the small office like room, the chains of her shackles clanging as they dragged across the stone floor. The other man followed behind her as she was led down the right corridor from the office. They passed by several doors before they came to the end of that hall. There, set in the wall, was a small door. Bright, hot flames could be seen within its tinted window. The lead man opened the small door, and flames leaped out.

"As you can tell, Jessica, we are very thorough. This is kept hot enough to dispose of any and all evidence, including bodies and body parts. It burns everything. Now if you would be so kind as to throw your things in there, we'll start your orientation into your new life as a pleasure slave."

The man motioned to her and she stepped forward with her box of belongings. At least the heat felt good. She slowly disposed of her belongings one thing at a time. The men allowed this since it would leave a more lasting impression on her as she came to realize that her life would no longer be her own.

Jessica threw all of her clothing in first, saving her purse for last, in the hopes that some miracle might happen. She sobbed with each piece as it went into the furnace, the hot flames greedily devouring everything they touched.

She was about to throw her whole purse in when one of the men stopped her. "Open it up" he said. "Throw in one thing at a time." He knew this would have a more profound impact to force her to burn every piece of ID she had on her one piece at a time. She would no longer be Jessica Alba, but who they chose for her to be.

"Can't we just get this over with?" sobbed Jessica.

"Do as we say, unless you want to face punishment right away."

Jessica opened her purse and picked out one thing at a time to throw into the furnace. She watched as every piece of ID, every credit card, every picture, every slip of paper, including currency, and the few cosmetics she carried went up in flames and burned to grey cinders. She finally threw her purse in, and the door was closed.

Jessica stood there sobbing. The life she knew was over, and she felt hopeless. She was cold and scared, and longed for home. A home she would never see again. A home she now knew she never should have left. She cursed herself for ever coming to this place.

"Come" said one of the men in a commanding voice. "It's time to introduce you to your new home."