It was as if we were all part of some strange society living under a dictatorship. There was a […] building […] that I lived in or worked in […]. It was a huge, expansive building that was built with a lot of white and […] glass – quite sleek and modern […]. There was another part of the building – an extension – that was just the opposite. It was a tremendous outdoor ring that resembled the ones the Romans used […] to entertain themselves with gladiators and fights – and executions.
[…] this strange government ordered the execution of a large group of mostly women […]. I was among the ones to be executed […] in the ring by a firing squad. It was the night before our execution and we were […] crowded in a corner of the ring musing over our fate. They were […] talking and I shouted, “Wait a minute! Why do we have to be executed? Just because we’re women?” But they looked at me like I was a lunatic and ignored me. I kept trying to make them listen, but they wouldn’t.
My parents quickly accepted that I had to be killed. They were the ones that took me down to the ring. They started to sell my belongings out on the streets […].
The next day there was a huge line that twisted through the halls of the strange building – a line of people waiting to be shot to death. I was standing in line, quivering over my fate […]. I saw several of my friends who weren’t going to be killed passing […] by me without even stopping to offer their sympathies. “Help me!” I cried out to them. “I’m going to be executed!” But they just ignored me and kept right on walking. […].
Then [Ana] appeared beside me and she laughed […] and said something that didn’t quite make sense. “Your mother works in the institution,” I said to her, because I remembered seeing her mother. “Surely, you can help me.”
[Ana] wasn’t acting very logically, but she did help me. She led me out of the line and […] through a hidden door in the wall. And thus I made my escape.