I have withstood another day in this god forsaken place. My hopes are dull as I am forced to watch the sinful lives in which these men lead. Why? Why did they have to take me away from the only home and family I've ever had? I have been referred to as a guest in this.....tribe. However, I have recieved a lower compensation than agreed, to say the least. This must be the dreadful place I have been taught to fear. I am starting to believe that this actually is a form of hell on earth and the Chieftan it's very own Antichrist. I am frightened for my life here, amongst many pleasure hungry men. They seem as though they are starving for something but what they all are starving for is myself. I am as fearful as I am confused. Every eve I am forced to feast with the leader of this foul species of men. He speaks of a girl entilted Mehgan, or Margaret O'Malley. Could I be this woman? Could the man's rival be my mother? If so, why hadn't I known of all of this before? I am so frightened here. Every step I make, every breath I take has to be a weary one. I cannot trust even my own shadow among these people. There is no determining what harm they can inflict upon me.