The tile of the courtyard felt hard on my bare feet. I was naked but for the chains which bound my hands and feet and the slave collar locked around my neck. I was a prince of arabia, of a kingdom conquered by my captors, but now I was a slave as well.
The girl who held me in bondage was not intimidating. Yet it had been she who had captured me. She had a lithe, acrobatic body which seemed more befitting of a harem dancer than a warrior and wore modest black robes that left her face uncovered unlike the women of my country.
“Heel, dog” she said, and cracked her whip against the back of my legs. I fell to the ground, my knees scraping on the floor.
A small audience surrounded us, aliyah’s sisters in arms. They eyed me up and down as aliyah abused me. “I am no dog,” I spat. “I am a prince and a warrior and I will never bow to foreign filth”
I barely finished speaking before I was struck on my back with aliyah’s whip. “Don’t listen to him,” she said. “He’s freshly caught and has yet to be broken in.”
One of the girls stepped forward. “He does not look like a slave,” she her gaze lingering on the taught muscles of my chest and shoulders. “I have heard this prince is a noble and strong man.”
“Would any man kiss a girl’s boot?” She asked. I bristled, indeed I could hardly call myself a man ever again if I did such a thing. “Kiss my boot, slave!” Aliyah ordered. My body trembled. I would not, could not! She was my enemy, and a mere woman. How could I so debase myself?
She lashed me again sending searing pain along my back. She struck blow after blow until I fell onto the the ground. My body was on fire from her lashes and my muscles spasmed in anger and frustration. She pulled my head back by my hair and looked into my eyes. “I will not ask again” she said dangerously. With all the outrage and humiliation a man has ever felt I kissed her boot. I heard one of the girls let out a gasp. “He’s no prince” another whispered.
Aliyah lifted her foot up and placed it over my neck trampling me into the floor. “He is not a prince,” she sneered, “he is not even a man.”
I pulled at the chains which bound me and gritted my teeth as I felt tears of rage and shame in my eyes. “Kiss my boot, slave.” aliyah said as she presented her foot again. I did not even resist this time, I leaned forward and obeyed.
“Shame” said the girl who had spoken first as she turned away. They began to leave, no longer interested in me after having witnessed my humiliation.
But aliyah stayed. She leaned down and ran her hands over the lines where her whip had marked me. I felt her shudder as she traced her fingers along them.
She stood up. “You think your life is over, Amir.” she said using my true name. “But though you cringe against my lashes and humiliations now, the day will come when you will beg for them.”
She walked away then, glancing back at me once more with a look of pride like an artisan who has finished a project.
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