Lisa Smith

was removed and her shoulder-length hair was freed. The chief looked Liz in the eyes and Liz felt a chill and a tingle go down her spine. The woman’s gaze was superior, controlling and lustful. Her large hands returned to Liz’s head, fingers running through her hair and then down over her face, lightly touching her cheeks, her eyebrows. The native’s index finger traced Liz’s lips. Liz’s breath caught in her throat and then she found her voice. "What … what are you doing? Please let us go. … Don’t touch me, please." Her words sounded loud in the quiet of the clearing. Julie struggled in the grip of the two natives. "Leave my mom alone … let us go … we haven’t done anything to you … please." Compared to their captors, Liz and Julie felt like