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Merchant and Kareesha
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Date Posted: 07:46:58 11/15/01 Thu
'Pon noble black the burly man rides, ignoring the small cries to slow down from the ever weakening young girl behind him. He jerks the steed to a halt, his ways are crude and unkind. Dismounting he pulls the young girl closer, taking her by the back of ehr neck he glances around
SLAVE FOR SALE! 15 SHILLINGS IS ALL, A GOOD WORKER, AND HAS PLENTLY-A FIRE IN 'ER
A smirk toys with his rough lips as he gazes 'round at the people. The girl was but thirteen, possibly fourteen, raven locks falling wildly about her slim shoulders. She was lean, obviously strong, night black gaze peircing and dangerous. She tries to jerk away from the man but finds the movement only sends shooting pain down her back. She holds still, oculi daring any to come near her. She spits at a passing man's feet and gives a small cry of pain as the merchant tosses her to the ground, using the long chains about ehr wrists to lash her back. She forces ehrself to stand again, head held high with pride.
You little wench, stand still!
The man growls threateningly and watches the passers-by
CAN'T FIND A BETTER BARGAIN LADY'S 'N GENTLEMAN, A RARE BREED OF SLAVE, STRAIGHT FROM THE WILDS OF EGYPT, INDEED A DESERT FLOWER!
She doesn't move, simply glares at him silently, ignoring the pain from the chains hitting her back,
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