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Little story by me, great artwork by kamerijk

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Hadine tore in vain at the shackles with which she was tied between the camels.
The sun burned her delicate fair skin from the sky.
How did she get into this situation?

This morning she had a hearty breakfast in the hotel. To then visit one of the numerous bazaars in the old town of the North African city. She had ignored the warnings not to go to the old town alone. And why too. The people were nice, the traders efficient but friendly. And so it seemed to be a pleasant and interesting day.

But only until a hand closed around her mouth from behind and her arm was painfully twisted onto her back.
Hadine was pushed into a narrow alley. A man stepped in front of her and pressed an old, musty rag into her mouth and gagged her with it. Put a sack over her head and put a leash around her neck, while the man who had grabbed her tied her hands behind her back.

She felt the alternation of light and shadow, coolness and heat, as the men on a leash led her through alleys and squares.
Then they stopped. Hadine could smell the stench of camels, hear their roar.

Then she felt her clothes being ripped off and she stood naked in the scorching sun. The hot sand burned under the soles of her feet.
With a jerk on the leash, she was told to go. Under the sack she couldn't see where it was going and that she was tied to a camel. She only heard the repeated calls: "yalla, yalla!". "Faster Faster!"
Hadine tried to keep pace, but every now and then she stumbled and a light lash motivated her to keep up with the caravan.

The time seemed endless to her and she had no idea how far and where to go.
Her mouth was dry and her body covered in sweat when the caravan finally stopped. The ropes around her wrists were loosened, but only to put iron handcuffs on her. Now the sack was finally removed from her head.

She knelt tied to a pole between the camels and blinked in the light of the setting sun. A Bedouin stood in front of her, only his eyes were recognizable.
And those eyes looked at her threateningly, but also demanding.
He spoke to her in very good English:

"White slave, you will get a high price on the slave market. The other two women will be sold with you."

Hadine looked over her shoulder and saw two women who allowed themselves to be led across the square without resistance or will.
Then she looked up at the Bedouin again, who spoke to her again:

"Maybe I'll keep the one who serves me best to myself. But just maybe!"

And then he turned around, laughing uproariously, while Hadine looked after him in disbelieve and horror.

Description

Little story by me, great artwork by kamerijk

***

Hadine tore in vain at the shackles with which she was tied between the camels.
The sun burned her delicate fair skin from the sky.
How did she get into this situation?

This morning she had a hearty breakfast in the hotel. To then visit one of the numerous bazaars in the old town of the North African city. She had ignored the warnings not to go to the old town alone. And why too. The people were nice, the traders efficient but friendly. And so it seemed to be a pleasant and interesting day.

But only until a hand closed around her mouth from behind and her arm was painfully twisted onto her back.
Hadine was pushed into a narrow alley. A man stepped in front of her and pressed an old, musty rag into her mouth and gagged her with it. Put a sack over her head and put a leash around her neck, while the man who had grabbed her tied her hands behind her back.

She felt the alternation of light and shadow, coolness and heat, as the men on a leash led her through alleys and squares.
Then they stopped. Hadine could smell the stench of camels, hear their roar.

Then she felt her clothes being ripped off and she stood naked in the scorching sun. The hot sand burned under the soles of her feet.
With a jerk on the leash, she was told to go. Under the sack she couldn't see where it was going and that she was tied to a camel. She only heard the repeated calls: "yalla, yalla!". "Faster Faster!"
Hadine tried to keep pace, but every now and then she stumbled and a light lash motivated her to keep up with the caravan.

The time seemed endless to her and she had no idea how far and where to go.
Her mouth was dry and her body covered in sweat when the caravan finally stopped. The ropes around her wrists were loosened, but only to put iron handcuffs on her. Now the sack was finally removed from her head.

She knelt tied to a pole between the camels and blinked in the light of the setting sun. A Bedouin stood in front of her, only his eyes were recognizable.
And those eyes looked at her threateningly, but also demanding.
He spoke to her in very good English:

"White slave, you will get a high price on the slave market. The other two women will be sold with you."

Hadine looked over her shoulder and saw two women who allowed themselves to be led across the square without resistance or will.
Then she looked up at the Bedouin again, who spoke to her again:

"Maybe I'll keep the one who serves me best to myself. But just maybe!"

And then he turned around, laughing uproariously, while Hadine looked after him in disbelieve and horror.