You decide to risk stealing the clothes. You think you've made it when a shrill, screeching voice freezes you in your tracks. A woman hurries out of the small house, brandishing a small broom in her hand. She takes one look at you and stops in her tracks

You try to run away, but she twists an arm out and grabs you. Before you know it, she has called her husband, who hauls you off to town

You are terrified when he brings you to the group of toga-clad men, who mutter in Latin and peer intently at you. Finally, they lead you off to a dank, dark building...

The cell they put you in is dark and cramped; you do not understand what they say to you, and can only curl up in a ball, resting your head against your knees and hoping that this is all a nightmare...