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him before, this new
guy was one of them. He wore the same black trousers and white tee
shirt they all did. He wore the same black leather belt and shoes.
Only his anger was different. Pure and raw, it was more frightening
than anything she’d witnessed before.
    He stooped down in front of the door to the
cage, snapped his fingers and beckoned to her. “Come on,” he
said.
    She didn’t move. He was one of them. Maybe he
was angry because Buster and Stu had disobeyed Dr. Gantnor’s
orders. Maybe he was just angry. She pointed Stu’s catch pole, not
the loop, but the other end, and jabbed it at him.
    He sat back on his heels. “You can’t stay
here. We’ve got to get you out. Come on.” He held out his hand
again.
    She shook her head and jabbed at him with the
pole.
    “ God damnit!” He slapped the
pole down with his hand and yanked it from her grasp. He threw it
behind him. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said
angrily.
    She’d heard that one before, usually right
before it hurt.
    He let out his breath and got down on his
hands and knees. She watched his head swivel back and forth as he
took in the overturned slop bucket in the corner, the bowl with the
raw meat drying on the bone, the pile of rags she used for a bed,
the fine spray of water from the hose they hadn’t turned completely
off. While he made no noise, his throat worked like he was gagging
and the anger on his face turned into something else. He closed his
eyes and crawled through the cage door until half his body was
inside. He held out his hand to her again.
    “ Please,” he whispered and
when he opened his eyes to look at her, she knew he was pleading
with her not to make him come in as much as asking her to come
out.
    There was fear in his eyes. He blinked and it
was gone.
    He hated and feared the cage. It was enough
for her to follow him if not trust him. She rolled her body forward
onto her knees and crawled toward him while he moved back. He
stood. She continued to crawl.
    “ Get up. Let’s get moving.”
He was already across the room and stripping the clothes from
Stu.
    She wasn’t sure she could. Forced to remain
on all fours for so long, it felt strange to stand on two feet. She
used the cage to haul herself up. Leg and back muscles stretched to
unaccustomed length and she clung to the top of the cage to keep
her balance.
    “ Jesus Christ.”
    She turned. He was staring at her again, his
eyes travelling the length of her filthy and emaciated body. It had
been so long since she’d been allowed clothes she’d forgotten she
was naked. Suddenly shy in the face of this strong and healthy man,
she hung her head and turned away.
    “ Jesus Christ,” he said
again, angrily this time. “Can you get dressed? Do you need
help?”
    For a moment, she couldn’t move. He’d asked a
question. He’d given her a choice. Did he expect an answer? She
took a chance and nodded and then wondered if he’d understand the
nod.
    He did. He laid the shirt and black pants on
the cage. “Hurry. We don’t have much time. Sun will be up soon and
we need the cover of darkness.”
    He disappeared into the storeroom and as she
struggled into the clothes that were much too large for her skinny
frame, she watched the door and listened. She heard doors and
drawers crashing open and banging closed. Painful things were
stored in there. When she heard the angry shattering of glass and a
string of vile curses, she panicked and dropped to her knees. She
started to crawl back into the relative safety of the cage. The
giant trousers slid from her hips and trailed behind her.
    Halfway in, she stopped and shook her head to
clear it. His anger wasn’t directed at her. It was for what he
found in storeroom. That anger was somehow comforting.
    If she was going to escape, she had to let go
of the present and reach for the past where she made decisions and
fought the turmoil growing inside her. Thinking was difficult after
all this time, but there were simple things she