No

“I am NOT this boy’s ****! I am his mother! I will not be subjected to the perverse rules of a backwards society!” Your mother raged, her voice never having taken this tone before slightly took you aback.

“Fine, take her.” The female guard said, and the two large men behind her started toward your mother. Your mother screamed and threw harsh insults at the two men but they easily dragged her out of the room. You noticed they led her the opposite direction from the hallway in which you entered.

“Hey!” You shouted finally standing up, “where are they taking her?!”

“She will be punished and put through a beginner training program for new slaves. She won’t be injured in anyway. Then she will be returned to your hotel room tomorrow.”

“But…” you stammered, but you were interrupted.

“Until then, you should flip through this.” She said, you a pamphlet she took off of a shelf at the side of the room. You looked down at the front page, it was titled ‘How to train your ****’.

“I’d brush up on that. It also lists some of the more commonly enforced laws of the island. You’re free to go, talk to the front desk and a cab will be ready for you out front quickly, and then you’re free to enjoy the island at your leisure.” And she ushered you out of the room.

You stood in the main lobby again, dumbstruck and in shock of so many strange events happening in such quick succession. Twenty minutes ago you had exited the airplane with your mother, both of you looking forward to a weeks vacation. Now she was, ‘in custody?’ you thought, and you were standing here all alone on an unfamiliar island, where slavery was not only legal, but apparently required?