Thread: Perfumed Menagerie - Interest check

Birds flew from the trees, showing a disturbance in the forest. Standing up from her work in the garden, Fatima Abdur, a local girl at the age of entering into womanhood, saw them approach. Dying from an illness, her father lay inside, unable to care for himself. Long past on, her mother was never in her life as far as she can remember, All she knows is that she was his second wife, and from the far west. The youngest of 8 children, she was the only one left, as the others were already married. Catching her long flaxen hair, the wind blew the strands into her face only to find, as she cleared it, the group, looking like slave traders, approaching from the woods. Running fast to the side of the house, it was to late to hide. They had already spotted her and headed straight for her house. Poverty stricken, her father had a chance of making some money if offered the right price, too ill to know her real value with her dark, large green bedroom eyes and the full curves developing along side her pale, rare, flawless skin and unknown beauty, that she will soon find out is hard to match. Only a few moments of talk, the head of these hunters emerged from her fathers broken down home. Putting his money purse away, he approached Fatima, grabbing her by the arm, You belong to me now girl. in a calm cruel voice, he said as his eyes scanned her body with lust. Hours turned to days, with her hands and wrists bound and tied to the wooden transport. 10 other people were with her, being fed only meager rations and some water. Come on, give them a little more. Praise Allah, we need to get our money's worth out of them! a fellow captor expressed. This is enough! We do not have far to go and feeding them is not what is important. The price they bring on the block is all that matters. the senior slave trader responded. Dust and the murmur of voices, song, music and foods filled the air of the market place as they drove through the crowds, heading for the auction block. Terrified, and confused, Fatima sat and did as she was told. Knowing there must have been some kind of misunderstanding thinking, This must be a mistake! My father would never just let me go like that. There is no one else to take care of him anymore. The ropes binding their wrists and ankles were soon cut one at a time, as each of them was led off and guided roughly to a large platform, where dozens of people, finely dressed, all stood around staring at them and whispering to one another. Knowing now what was happening, she froze in place as her large green eyes stared up at the sky praying Allah would be gracious and help her. Blowing over her, the hot desert wind seemed to burn through her skin that was not covered in the simple tunic of a poor child she wore, though her developing curves showed the signs of her growing out of it. Don't choose me, please.. don't choose me. she begged within her thoughts, All I want to do is go home and take care of my father and be a good daughter to him. Let me know if your interested.. Nihil, looks like you got the group one going hee hee and a harem... yeaaaaa... yur fav! XD , but then again, what man doesn't dream of having one! XD