“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so I may climb the golden stair.” My hands froze on the zipper as I heard a man speak. Turning slowly around, I choked on a scream when I was confronted by six men wearing white vests and denim pants. The man at the front stepped forward, an older man with a paunch stomach and a rough red beard covering skin scarred by pockmarks.
