Left Behind

I think he is only a dream, one caught in the throes of slumber, for though I have imagined him, I have yet to meet him. I am bought and paid for, owned by a man I’ve never seen.

I am still kenneled by the city, I still sleep on a mat and I still listen to the snores of others. I still wear the collar of a city slave and I still wear the roughness of rence against my skin.

Some days I am allowed to leave with a small group of other girls, we watched over by one of the guards ensuring our safe return.

No one has even told me his name. The free tell slaves little.

Sold

I will no longer sleep on a mat in the kennel, listening to the soft snoring of the many others around me. I have been bought, and quite unexpectedly. Inseya says he’ll be one among many that will own me.

But I already knew to expect this, having drawn the Slave card from my deck last eve, the card of new beginnings.

I wonder why he bought me.
I wonder who he is.

A Buyer of Flesh

When I awoke this morning, I had no idea that the day would turn out as it did.

Amidst all the flesh that was begging to be bought, the usual parade of free moved past my kennel, inspecting taking notes, eyeing us all as they usually do. Today, however, today someone actually stopped in front of my cage.

He was darkly swathed in hooded cloak and I begged prettily to read his cards. He chose the Ubar card from my deck, which would have been a good thing, had it not been reversed.

He had removed the hood from his head and I saw by his eyes he was not pleased by the reading and I promptly offered him another card, which again did not bode well.

He asked me if I was for sale and what my price was. This I did not know. I hope he does not wish to purchase me to beat me for my reading.

Wait till the slaver tells him of the odd stipulations of my slavery. He will probably not be interested then.

Pity, he was a handsome Master.

Pretty Brands

The common kef is finally healed and I no longer have to salve it down every night. Now mine can be displayed without worry of infection. I stare at it often, at least when no one else is looking.

How long does it take summer to reach Ar?

First Whipping

I thought it might not happen, since it has been so long since I have come here, but I was not to be spared. A customary five lashes was given to me so that I would remember what it felt like and not make a mistake.

I’ve yet to leave the compound, but I am kept busy with a multitude of tasks. The guard said if I beg prettily, I may receive a warmer blanket. I should like one the color of sand.

Arian Girl

I am to be belted. Secretly, I am delighted, but this I will share with no one. Things like that have a way of coming back to haunt you.

The kennels are cold but serviceable, the food less then I am used to. How my mouth waters for something sweet. Instead of freedom, I dream of chocolate.

Island Girl

With the beginning of a new life comes the keeping of a new journal. I shall miss the island of my home, the freedom of the waves and the warmth of the sands, but I, like all others that were enslaved and brought here, will not only endure, but flourish.