Stella

**Somewhere in the desert of Cairo – Egypt**


I open my eyes slowly, and as soon as the light hits my eyes, I close them again. A pain hits my brain and I breathe quickly, trying to remember what happened last night. I'm still under the effects of the drugs that that damned man gave me, to make me high, and I only remember screams and dark brown eyes, like coffee, that watched me closely, holding my face in their hands. Small flashes invade my mind, coming and going. I open my eyes again and try to make my eyes adjust to the light of the day. I blink and tilt my face to the side, finding a large window that shows a blue sky. The cool wind blows through it. There is a large wooden table, full of documents, in the corner, along with a bottle of liquor and some golden tones painted on the wall, as decoration.
I blink, confused, not remembering how I got here, not knowing how long I've been out. I don't know if I'm dreaming again or if I'm really awake. I remember the cow who had adopted me, making me work like a slave for years inside her inn, only to sell me as if I were nothing more than a piece of meat, handing me over to that wretched worm Yusefe Rumão. I try to sit up, but I notice that my arms are restrained. My eyes go up to my head, where I see my hands tied with scraps of silk cloth. The sound of a shower running catches my attention at the same time, letting me know that I am not alone. I hear a whistle being hummed as the shower turns off. I raise my head and see the damned odalisque outfit on my body, with my body stretched out on a bed, now remembering the auction. Yusefe had auctioned me off, like a prize cow.
" No, no... — My body struggles, as I try to free myself, but without any success.
I pull my legs and shrink them, feeling pain all over my body. I remember the inn, the girls who lived there taking men to their rooms with them. I breathe harder and bite my lip, remembering everything I hated about that place. The smell of men everywhere, the sounds of moans, their screams, as if they were being hurt. I stay alert, imagining that this must be my buyer, the one Yusefe sold me to, as he had the pleasure of telling me when I punched him in the face. He beat me and chained me to the floor before drugging me, telling me in detail what my buyer would do to me, what he would force me to do.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, crushing my fingers. I will not meet this end, I would rather die than let a man touch me against my will. I fight until my last breath, and only with my lifeless body will I let this bastard who bought me touch me. My fingers close and I pull my arm down, while twisting my wrists, trying to free myself from the cloth. I look to the side and see a pair of scissors on top of a small piece of furniture. I stop moving as soon as the bathroom door opens, leaving only my legs curled up.
A man with black hair, with a few gray strands, wet, whistling, with only a towel wrapped around his waist and his body dripping with drops of water, comes out. He stops in place, watching me and stops humming when he sees me looking at him. I vaguely remember his coffee-colored eyes, his light brown skin. He is not like the men I have seen in person, nor does he remotely resemble those smelly men with rotten teeth who frequent the boarding house where I used to live. He is different.
I see his chest rise and fall slowly, while his eyes travel over my entire body. He crushes his mouth and clenches his jaw, revealing the smooth skin of someone who has just shaved. I watch him take a deep breath and scratch the back of his neck, looking around before looking back at me. The son of a bitch is big, 1.70m or 1.80m, it will probably be a cruel fight, but I think I might have a chance.
" Good morning, I see you're already awake! — His voice sounds calm, with him bending his head forward. — It will be a pleasure to welcome you into my home.
He straightens up, I look at him and lower my eyes to his hip, seeing perfectly the outline of his cock beneath the cloth.
Pleasure is the dick, you fucking pervert!
My brain answers him inside my head, at the same time I calculate the possibility of escaping from him. I see him walk slowly towards me, while I keep my wrists moving, lacing the cloth. He tries to disguise it when he stops near the bed and releases his breath, looking at my breasts and letting out a low clearing of his throat, immediately diverting his eyes from my chest. I look down and raise my head, seeing the damn rhinestone bra exposing one of my breasts.
" I think you'll need more appropriate clothes.
My eyes flick up to his and I stare, seeing him stare at my thighs. I lower my face to the tent that is forming inside the towel, letting me know that another part of his body is aware of the my clothes, with my body lying down and tied to the bed. I keep moving my wrists, feeling a wave of happiness inside me when I feel the cloth give way, becoming weak around him.
"I'll ask Raja to take care of that immediately," he says quietly, and gives me a smile.
He clears his throat again and looks away from my body, running his hand through his wet black hair.
"I'm Ramses of Naca!" He spreads his hand on his chest, bowing his head to it, and raises it, looking at me and waiting for me to answer him, but I remain silent. "Your arms must be hurting from being up. I had to restrain you, you were a little agitated during the state you were in. I think you must have been drugged, but don't worry, that's over, you're safe with me.
Go on dreaming, pervert, I just need you to come closer.
Closer, just a little...
My mind focuses on him as I watch him bend over me and reach out to touch my wrists. He doesn't see and can't even prepare himself when I drop both feet with everything on his chest, just as he bends down to release my hands. The blow knocks him to the floor, making him fall on his butt. I roll on the mattress and jump out of bed, only having time to grab the scissors on top of the furniture. My weak feet hit the floor and make all my bones ache. I still feel weak from having gone so many days without eating, just trapped in that damn cell, like an animal.
"Shit!" I close my eyes and pull my mouth back in pain, but I don't take long to suffer with my pain, I'll worry about it later, now I have to get out of here, I have to get away from this place.
Before I can take a step, a hand grabs my foot and makes me fall to the floor on my knees. I lower my head and look at the damn man with hatred, climbing over my legs like a nervous tiger. I kick him in the stomach again with my free foot, making him twist in pain, letting go of me.
" CREATURE FROM HELL! — he screams and clutches his stomach with his hand.
I try to get up to get away from him, but his hands get caught in the shitty long skirt, making me fall on top of him again.
" Stop hitting me, woman! — He holds his hand over my chest and tries to immobilize me.
" Then let me go, you old fucking pervert! — I answer him angrily and bite his arm.
" STOP HURT ME, DAMNED WOMAN! — He holds my hair in his hand and tries to make me let go of his arm, but I bite him harder, elbowing him in the ribs. He screams angrily and tries to trap my legs in his, pushing my body forward with his, trapping me beneath him, with me on my knees on the floor and him on top of me. I stop moving the second I see the towel lying next to me and something hard scraping against my bare ass, due to the damn odalisque outfit. His chest, pressed against my back, rises and falls fast and hard, with him breathing heavily.
"Stop moving!" His hoarse voice growls close to my ear, with his hands tightening my waist even more, which makes me feel his hard cock more clearly when he tries to move.
I feel his naked skin damp on mine, with his body cold. The smell of musk rises from his hair, becoming more intense.
"You're going to stop hurting me and I'm going to let you go, okay? I'm not your enemy, steed, just calm down. — I breathe faster, as I feel his hand smooth my back and slowly release my waist, as if he were really stroking a horse.
But what confuses me the most is that I don't understand why my body is burning in a strange way. I can feel my skin heating up, with his hand touching me, and a strange sensation between my legs with each scrape of his hip on my ass. I'm not stupid, I understand what was happening with the girls in the room, but their screams were so strange, that they made me feel afraid of letting a man touch me, but now it's not fear, it's something new, as if my heart would jump out of my chest at any moment.
" You heard me, steed... You're safe — he whispers and caresses my back even more, sliding one of his hands to the side and letting me feel the touch of his finger scraping the side of the bare skin on my breast. — If you promise to stay calm, I'll let you go.
I nod my head slowly, trying to push away my body's reaction, not knowing if I can believe it. I'm not safe, I never have been. I was thrown into an orphanage by my mother, then adopted by a wretched old pimp, who forced me to clean the rooms where her prostitutes slept with their clients, washing their clothes, listening to their moans and screams all day long, and finally being sold without a shred of scruples to a damned mercenary who auctioned me off. I'm not safe with a man who bought me like I was nothing more than a carpet at the fair. I'll never let anyone own me again, not really.
" Great, we have a I agree! — he says, seriously, letting go of me. As soon as he lets my body move away from his, a strange sensation hits me again, as if my body wanted to stay close to him, and that makes me feel even angrier.
I had seen many types of men enter that boarding house, I had come across several cruel men, who liked to beat girls, those who made women scream in pain, and in the end left them there, hurt, on the bed. This one doesn't seem to be any different from them. The only thing I'm sure of is that I'm not going to stay here to find out what he's going to do to me. As soon as his arms fall to the side, taking the scissors from my hands, my body reacts.
"I'm not a horse, you fucking pervert!" — I growl through my teeth, speaking angrily.
I throw another elbow at his ribs and throw my head back with all my strength. I feel the stab of pain in my head when I hit him. He falls back, screaming and cursing me.
I get up in a hurry and run to the door, opening it and running down a dark hallway, fixing my damn bra and covering my breast, hearing his screams coming from the bedroom. My heart beats desperately as I run faster. I stretch my arms and open doors and more doors, which appear in front of me, until I feel the sun touch my skin. I trip over the tangled cloths that are tied to my waist, which makes me stumble. My body collides with a walking wall of muscles, which makes me fall on my ass. His eyes stop on me, with him arching his eyebrow and looking towards the door I came out of. I see the gun holster hanging below his arms, with two weapons, one on each side.
" DAMN WOMAN, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I'M GOING TO TRAPP YOU LIKE A CAMEL, TIED TO A TENT IN THE DESERT! — The angry voice coming from the hallways makes me get up at once. Before the big man can notice my gesture, I act quickly, pull the gun from its holster and run away, away from the thunderous screams coming from the hallway. I feel the cold floor beneath my bare feet, while my eyes scan everything around me with terror, allowing me to see the structures of the house's construction. And even after running so much, it is a great despair that takes hold of me when I end up in front of a balcony railing, with only a great sea of sand in front of me, until it is lost from sight. I look down and see only desert sand and nothing else.
" FUCK, WHERE AM I?! — I raise my hand to my forehead and feel the tears streaming down my face. — No, no! Shit!
The crying takes hold of me with more despair, along with the pain of the great ball of shit that is my life, being abandoned and betrayed by the pimp, disowned by my mother, who left me in that orphanage and left, and the father I never knew. I fought against those men inside the boarding house, so they wouldn't touch me, I cleaned toilets dirty with other people's shit, so I wouldn't die of hunger and cold, with the madam humiliating me. The only thing I did my whole life was fight to survive, to save myself, and when I thought I was close to being free, to escaping from that inn, I was sold like an old rag, to end my life as a slave to a man who bought me at an auction. I hug my body and bite my arm to stifle a scream of pain.
" YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL CREATURE!
I turn around as soon as I hear the man's voice behind me, looking at me with pure hatred and holding his nose, which is bleeding, completely naked, with several men behind him, looking at me.
" COME HERE! — he growls and points closer to him. — Or I swear I'll drag you by the hair back to the room.
I take a step back and approach the large wall, shaking my head, wiping the tears from my face.
" Try to make me go, you old pervert! — I say angrily and raise my arm, aiming the revolver at him.
I take a nervous breath and feel scared when I see all the men behind him raising their weapons and pointing at me. Only the big guy, from whom I stole the gun, who doesn't aim any revolver at me, he just crosses his arms over his chest, laughing.
" She called you old man! — The man I bumped into and stole the gun from laughs louder and shakes his head.
" DAMN IT, I'VE BEEN CURSED WITH A UNGRATEFUL STORM INSIDE MY HOUSE! — The naked man opens his arms and shakes his head, looking behind them. — PUT YOUR FUCKING GUNS DOWN, I'LL KILL THE FIRST BASTARD WHO SHOOT HER!
He screams with more hatred, turning to me and having the men obey his order. He looks at me again angrily, while I keep my eyes on his and not on his penis swinging in front of me.
"You, you stubborn steed!" he roars, closing his mouth. "Put that gun down, before I throw you on my knees and slap your ass for having the audacity to want to face me!" I quickly change my aim and close my eyes, firing a shot at the ground, making him stop walking when he threatens to get closer. My eyes widen even more when his eyes open.