That was when Theo began to openly disclose his own experience of abduction. It appeared to be the same handsome Nordic-Teutonic type, saying virtually nothing for two weeks, then basically strong-arming him into a car driven by an accomplice, and somehow being drugged, then waking up in one of the many bedrooms in this big fancy house. Then, Mr. Good looking Swede, Norwegian, Dane or German or visitor from outer space comes in without knocking. Announces that the leader, Philip will see him shortly, and then vanishes as though he was only an illusion and nothing but an illusion.
For some reason, we are the only ones here who had the presence of mind to not be broken by them. Each in our own way, we resisted. Rhona, by diving right in and taking full control of the controller. Theo by simply being so dense and thickly shelled that nothing seemed to penetrate him. And Lydia and I, on the strength of our love for each other, and our absolute dogged refusal to let anyone take from us our freedom or our autonomy.
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