Himeko

My eyes have finally adjusted to the bright light. I'm in some type of hanger. There is a jet to my left and cars to my right. I have no idea what is going on. My head hurts so bad I want to cry right now, but I will not show any weakness to these people

Mr. Beefcakes brings a chair to sit in front of me and then he opens the back door to one of the cars. A very distinguished older man gets out and walks to the chair in front of me. He unbuttons his suit jacket and sits down.

"I apologize for the rough treatment Young Miss, but you gave us no choice. Your family has been very worried about you for the past 5 years. It is time to return to home. We will leave with in the hour."

I know I must look like a fish out of water, I can't stop opening my mouth and closing it. Everything I think to say doesn't make it past my lips.

"W-who are you?"

The man just laughs. "Ah, yes, I was informed of your issue. I am James French, Esquire. You are Himeko Takayama, the youngest daughter of Tokutaro Takayama. Now we must board the jet. There is acceptable clothing in the cabin, you can not go home in those rags. Please change as soon as possible."