I am a warrior. My face, beautiful as it is, is not my weapon. My eyes, passionate bottomless pools though they be, are not my weapon. My full round breasts and my perky nipples…my succulent hips, the moist pit between my legs…my mind; all these are useless to me. My only true weapon is your body. My name is Yasmine Al Hamzad and I am a body slave in the employ of Sultan Hameed Kazeem the God King. May the gods damn his soul.
I wasn’t always a body slave. In another life, I was “The rose of Sumeedan”, “light of the North” and the promised of Sudiq El Hamzri The Third. Those days are long gone, as I am reduced to my present state. all I have now is my history, your body, and a glimmer of a plan conjured from a soup of sweaty nightmare filled nights and days of despair.
I will start by telling you my plan simple as it is. I plan to kill the the god king.