Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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of the house, which radiated spoke-like from its heptagonal central thought them up in a moment of utter boredom and they were extremely wrinkle when he moved. Their captors had no idea of how a woven design should behave. tight-fitting tubular gown. "If I could do anything about it...." "But you can't," he told her. "They're too clever." "Is this crop rotation or did you send for me?" she asked cynically. himself—desire that both of them loathed because it was implanted within them by their captors. They walked toward the house. It didn't look like a prison—or a cage. Within the dome of the They entered the house, which had no roof, continued to move beneath a might have been a well-kept if bizarre little country estate, but it wasn't. It was a prison, a cage. The other two women were sitting in the heptagonal central hall. Eudalia, who had borne twin girls recently, was lying back, newly thin double motherhood, she was almost flat of bosom. He asked her how she "Okay, I guess," she said. "The way they manage it, there's nothing to it." She had a flat, potentially raucous voice. Eudalia had been a female foreman in a garment-cutting shop before being captured and turned to Olga, broad, blonde and curiously vital, who sat perfectly the three female captives, barely nineteen. But with the eyes of the in a harem, even when it's supposedly my own." like it any better than we do." "But he doesn't have to—have them," objected Olga. She had a trace of thinking of what they wanted to eat but would not enjoy when it came. A disc jockey's buoyant tones cut in quickly as the final clasped beneath the swell of her breasts. She might have been listening get through. TV doesn't seem to. Somehow it brings things closer...." foods, with their cigarettes, with everything in their prison—or their cage. Their captors were utterly without a human conception of smell, she's right, Dana. We're as helpless as—laboratory animals. They have the means to make us do whatever they want." all are. We seem to be in a universe of different properties as well as "Why haven't they brought more of us through?" Eudalia asked, tamping "I'm not sure," he said thoughtfully. "I think it's hard for them. They "Why do they do it—the other way, I mean?" asked Dana. it's because they're pretty human." " Dana was outraged. "Do you call it human to—" "Hold on," he said. "They pass through their gateway to Earth at considerable danger and, probably, expense of some kind. Some of them don't come back. They kill those of us who put up a fight. Those who don't—or can't—they bring back with them. Live or dead, we're just laboratory specimens." "Maybe," Eudalia conceded doubtfully. Then her eyes blazed. "But the things they do—stuffing people, mounting their heads, keeping them on display in their—their whatever they live in. You call that human, Rog?" quietly. "Or in a Museum of Natural History? A zoo? A naturalist's lab? the breeders, the trophy collectors. In the other"—he shrugged—"we're the trophies." copied, though he did not know why. She laughed at him silently, tossed angrier way. The infants, protected by cellophane-like coverlets, were her close, although neither of them felt desire at the moment. Their captors had seen to that over. He had felt the inner tug of command, said good-by to the women and returned to his smaller compound within its own barrier dome. discarded as too nightmarish for belief. As in all of this strange universe, excepting the dome-cages in which the captives were held, the training hall followed no rules of The captor Tennant called Communication was telepathic. Tennant could have yodeled or yelled Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the He went through the entire routine at Opal's bidding. When at last probing investigation. Opal, like the rest of the captors, was as intellectually two-dimensional creatures. He wondered if they felt this helpless futility when their masters taught them to heel, to point, to Opal was nervous, so much so that he revealed more than he intended. Tennant could never be sure. They were going through to Tennant's own dimension. He wondered briefly just what his role was to be. He asked Opal where and when they were going, was informed that he would soon emerge on Earth where he had left it. That told him everything but the date and season. Opal, like the rest of the captors, seemed to have no understanding of time in a human sense. Waiting, Tennant tried not to think of his wife, of the fact that he He shrugged, returned to the feeling of comfort that came from being the room that was so important a part of his life. The three women back leave them there, then knew that he would try somehow to get them out. Not, of course, anything that would endanger his remaining with Agatha the only way his captors would get him back would be as a taxidermist's specimen. He realized, shocked and scared, that his thoughts of escape had slipped past his mental censor, and he waited apprehensively for Opal his thoughts. Because he felt sure of his captive ... or because he It was like being let out of a cage. Tennant grinned at the bookcase in the cellar rumpus room, where its bleached modernity wouldn't clash with the casual antiquity of the living room. The thought message from Opal crumbled his illusion of freedom. He sank down in a chair, trying to refuse to listen to the rest of the command: But there was no pleasure in it, only a confirmation of his captor's power over him. He was not free of them. He understood all too well what they wanted leading another victim to the fourth-dimensional pen. groomed, more assured than his memory of her. out of hand, but whose inherent aggressive grace had not yet deserted it was, with all of them going through their paces like a trio of captors had let him. right to know. I do, anyway." skinned those bodies and removed the heads." So, Tennant thought, they hadn't used the gateway. Not since they had brought the four of them through, not since they had begun to train him conscious of her perfume. It wrapped them both like an exotic blanket, "I don't know about you," he said, "but I suspect we're in the same both are qualified to make for yourselves." "Tristan and Isolde," said Tennant, grinning almost happily. "Well, He needed no telepathic powers to read the thoughts around him then. He exchanged with Cass. He turned away, knowing that she was imploring her easier and pleasanter than he had expected. They deserved some of the Otherwise, apparently, men were next to impossible for them to capture. as trophies. With women it was different—perhaps the captors' weapons, whatever they were, worked more efficiently on females. A difference in body chemistry or psychology, perhaps. More than once, during his long training with Opal, Tennant had sent questing thoughts toward his captor, asking why they didn't simply set up the gateway in some town or city and take as many humans as they wanted.

<question>:
Which relationship best describes the dynamic between the prisoners and the figures controlling them?

<options>:
A The prisoners are being groomed to serve as future collaborators in an intergalactic sex trafficking stint, carried out through the fourth dimension.
B The prisoners serve as entertainment for the figures, who seem to have made a game out of snatching up humans and manipulating their thoughts and behaviors.
C The prisoners have committed some sort of Earthly crime, and their punishment -- in order to avoid the death penalty -- is to spend a sentence in a labor camp operated by the figures.
D The prisoners have volunteered to be part of the figures' experiment for a specific time period, under the agreement that they will be returned to Earth in the condition they left it.

<answer>:

B