Hannah was sold into slavery. She now yearns for freedom and the love that she lost. She awaits her master. What does he have in store for her?
The story takes place in an alternate universe, a semi-medieval Setting.
Right now it is rated R, but as the story progresses there is sure to be sex, adult situations, and possibly other naughty tidbits.
Hannah walked mechanically behind a burly man as he lead her down a dank passage way. Hannah set her gaze straight ahead knowing that if it were to wander she might see horrors that were to close to her own reality. The passage way smelt of death and decay, the stench of people and waste filled her nostrils as her steps fell into place behind the brutish form in front of her. Trying hard not to glance at her fellow unfortunate souls she focused on the greasy balding head of the man leading her deeper into the passage. She counted seven black hairs atop the sunburnt cranium before he abruptly stopped in front of her. Hannah closed her eyes not wanting to look at the cage that was to be her new home. She heard the man unlock the door grunting as he swung the heavy steel portal open causing it to creak on the hinges. How many people has it opened it's doors for, and how many more will come she thought to herself listening to the dooming noise.
Hannah suddenly felt a meaty palm on the small of her back pushing her into the tiny compartment. Quickly she held her arms out to catch her fall as her knees hit the stone floor hard, sending a sharp pain through what seemed like every inch of her body. She heard the dirty slave master laugh thinking himself clever for pushing Hannah's small frame. Saying nothing, holding the anger she felt inside she took in the dirty chamber listening as the heavy-footed man walked away. Standing up she moved into the warm sunlight that a small window provided her jet black hair shone in the light. The only pleasure she had known for quite some time.
Her story begins when she is just eleven years old. Hannah was the only daughter of a blacksmith the youngest of six children. Living the life of the only daughter she enjoyed the attention of her brothers and parents. When she was eleven her mother took ill, and spent many months dying slowly and painfully. As she watched her mother slowly wasting away Hannah took on the responsibility of head of the household. Assuming the role of the mother, she took care of her father and five brother who without their stable rock were slowly beginning to fall apart. As the years passed, her father drank away his sorrows more often than he went to work. No longer the beloved daughter of the family she was treated with indifference in her own house. She worked non stop to assume the role her mother had unfairly bestowed upon her young being. Her father drank away his sorrows more often than he tended his shop causing her brothers to slowly drift away, seeking to find themselves on their own paths. Hannah's eldest brother Colin was the only pleasure she had in her solemn existence. He was the one true person that she could count on as her life slowly spiraled out of control. Promising to come back for her when he had made life for himself Hannah watched him leave her life. Her heart ached as he walked down their dirt road knowing she had lost not only a friend but a love. At sixteen Hannah's father sold her to a traveling caravan to rid himself of his debt, and the annoyance of another mouth to feed.
She stood in the light eyes closed holding on to what was left of her dignity as she awaited her master. She knew not who they would be or if they were kind. Either way Hannah was no longer free, the little freedom she did have was no just a memory.
Malik Sahara a golden brown skinned master walked next to one of the guards as he looked at prospective slaves. He already had several, but he was bored of them. They were now to cease being his physical entertainment and learn to help him in the study, with an occasional frolic, on his desk or other fun places. He chatted amiably with the guardsman. he wanted to know what it had been like to run with the desert bandits, and being a natural story teller he loved talking about it.
Looking at him one could see the roughness, but he was so pretty at the same time that it was hard to take him for the murderer and tribal king he had been. He wore a long thin sarong, that sat just below his hips. One could easily see the two symmetrical lines that lead down to the private area that he kept perfectly hairless. His shoulder length brown locks were choppy and windblown. An open robe hung on his shoulders, exposing his hard thin stomach, pure muscle without a hint of fat. A large slithering snake was wrapped around his waist and draped over his shoulders. It's serpine head erect and curious.
The guard listened intently to the story a bit weary of the serpent. All of a sudden Malik stopped he looked at slight brunette in one of the cages. his breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. It was her, the girl that plagued his dreams. he would know her even if he had never seen her. He kneaLT down and his fingers wrapped around the bars, so hard his tanned knuckles turned white.
"What is her name?" he croaked out, sounding like a sob that had been held in for to long had finally been released.
The guard looked over at a different guard in the room, calling out to him. "Hey Markus you brought this girl in, what's her name?"
The burley man yelled back "Hannah...Hannah Burrow"
Her face was turned away from him, but Malik knew what that face would look like, before he even saw it.
"Hanna" he called out, softy". She would not know him, he knew this.
Malik Sahara watched the girl unmoving he the shock almost more than he could bear. He had come here to look for a new slave, a plaything, and he found the face, the innocent of his dreams. The cold steel burned his hands as he held the bars tight, they were the only reminder that what he was seeing was not a dream.
Hannah stood in the welcomed sunlight. The bright beams warming her skin to the touch. Her small cramped cage was just a distraction as she strained to hear the noises of the outside world. The songs of the birds in the free world outside only mocked her sad existence. But she had not been free for some time now, and this cage was just a holding cell until she was bought and forced into an existence of servitude.
Tears threatened to reveal emotions that Hannah held deep inside of her soul. Thoughts of her mother, thoughts of better times she had lived played out in her tormented mind. She had not cried when her beloved Colin left or when her father's anger was unleashed on her small frame. She had not shed a tear when she was sold to clear her father's debt. Nor whimpered as her body was examined, touched, and hit while in the care of the traveling vagabonds. No, she would not let her tears fall, not let the men who enslaved her win. Lowering her head she felt the sun's beams travel to the back of her pale flawless neck.
Hannah sighed as she heard the sound of footstep falling in the dark passage. The sound of voices quickly downing out the notes of the songbirds. Hearing her name Hannah cringed she knew standing behind her was a potential buyer. A master, someone to control her life.
Not ready to give her life away despite it's now pathetic existence, Hannah gathered her memories, struggling to burn them in her mind forever. Her soul ached and longed for the love and the past she thought of now. With actions unseen she locked them deep inside. No matter what the purpose she was bought for. The man, this potential master could not have all of her, she would not let him.
The soft deep voice calling her name wrapped around her body like a familiar caress distracting her from her task. With wide eyes full of hope and curiosity she turned on her heels to face the bearer of the beautiful voice. Sadness filled the gray orbs washing away the hope as stood facing a stranger. Placing a look of indifference on her beautiful face her intense eyes examined the man. Would he be her savior or her tormentor?
Hannah studied the crouched man, he was beautiful. Taking a deep breath her eyes wandered over the man's body. His tanned skin was a lovely in the dim light, his hair was the color of coal, Hannah had never seen a man of his caliber before. His clothes and serpent companion told of a land far from here, a land Hannah had never even dreamt of visiting. Unable to take in the man's beauty any longer, she simply turned to once again bask in warm light. Not caring to impress or entice the golden skinned master she sat with her back towards him on the fifthly stone floor.
When she turned to him for just that instance, he felt as if he had been transported to a place that was dead for him. A nervous smile touched his lips as she looked him over with the saddest of grey eyes. He wanted to reach out and touch her wispy locks.
When she turned away from him she took his heart with her. He would not lose his heart again. he stood up and handed the guard a bag of coins.
"This should suffice" He waited for the man to leave and fetch her collar.
"Hannah" He called out her name once more, so that she might turn to him. He licked his lips not quite sure what to say.
"I'm here to take you home"
The guard returned with a collar and chain. He let the man unlock the door and draw her out, but it would be him to place the symbol of servitude around her neck. It was only right, being that she had owned him, claiming all of his dreams with her pretty face.
Hannah opened her eyes, the man was going to buy her. Her heart quickened, the muscle beat as if she was running to escape something or someone. To her this was the same situation she was a bought slave no, no more a girl born of free birth, but one who was owned.
Her fear dissipated some as she listened to the painfully familiar voice spoke to her. The sound coming from the tanned man was comforting and intimate. She was to go home, but not to her own home, his home. I have no home she thought standing up to brush the dirt from her soiled dress. Turning she faced her beautiful master her new existence awaited.
She watched as the grotesque guard returned. The cage door opened, as the guard motioned for her to leave the dirty chamber. Slowly Hannah complied feeling the uneven stones under her feet. As she drew closer to the portal she looked at the exotic man taking in the full scale of his body. He was richly dressed in but yet he wore nothing. Her eyes ran across the low sarong and defined muscles to focus on what was to be her humiliation. Seeing the chain and color she stopped. She felt fear and anger pass through her body. Looking up at her master her gray eyes hard with disgust she spoke.
"Why?" she asked her voice parched and shaky as she imagined horrors her servitude might hold.
Why?" he repeated. How could he answer her adequately. How could he express that he needed her to know she could never leave him and that she belonged to him and him only. He reached out and touched her hair. His features were soft and kind as he looked at her.
"This is the way things are. I... I know you think it's heartless, but I think you shall come to see it as just some piece of jewelry to adorn your perfect neck."
He wanted her to want to be his. His touch moved to her neck and he caressed the soft skin, before placing the cold steel collar around her neck.
"If you so choose, we can get you one more befitting to your beauty. Believe me when I say I wish it could be different. But I cannot let you go and I fear to lose you. I have searched the world over for you, my precious dream, only to have the regret that I might never find you."
he leaned down to kiss her brunette scalp. He pulled her close, smelling her hair. She was so different from his dreams and yet the same. he didn't care what the guards thought, besides he was sure they had seen stranger yet. 'I wish I was the person you want me to be he thought' But he was not, and he could never be.
Hannah 's let her gaze soften as she looked at her master. His fine face was soft, showing her no harsh expressions. He was not the image she imagined a master would be. Hannah caught sight of this man's yellow eyes, the orbs were golden, small green flecks enhanced the odd color. Her breath caught in her throat as she peered into his eyes, she had done it countless times in the past. Colin she thought. Her master's voice encouraging her, soothing her, complimenting her. A familiar voice was it not?
The cold steel made her body shiver as the collar was placed around her small neck. The man's spell had been broken, she was of no importance. He was not her Colin, he was her master. Hannah looked at the golden orbs again, noticing hardness reflecting. No, he was not her brother.
She listened to the man his words made no sense to her. He spoke of searching for her, he spoke as they knew one another, had been friends, or lovers even. He spoke lies. She felt the man's kiss upon her head, she felt his strength as she was pulled closer to the impressive frame.
Taking a step back she pulled herself from his close hold, she was sure now that no matter how he treated her he was not someone she would ever trust or love.
"As you wish" was all she managed to say feeling the cold steel against her flesh, reminding her that she kept, no better than the menacing reptile he wore with pride.
"As you wish", oh how those words clawed at his heart. He was just another face to her. Just when it seemed when she might of seen the fire that been burning for years, a darkness so pitch hid the bright flicker of the flame.
He relinquished his hold on her and cleared his throat as he clasped the chain onto the collar.
"Yes, well I suppose all is done with here, come Hannah"
He led her on the chain not daring to look back at her as he lead her down the winding corridors. So much sadness filled those pretty grey eyes. What had happened to her all those years ago? She seemed to have been hurt, and he had thought that what his leaving should have prevented.
He felt as if he had failed somehow. Without knowing if she understood him and without looking back he spoke.
"I have never broke a promise. sometimes it just takes longer to fulfill those promises than one would like."
Hannah followed her master out of the dark cage the dark passage way becoming lighter as they neared the entrance. A cool breeze caught the lose strands of her brown hair blowing them across her pale cheek. She watched the man a head of her walk, his stride was confidant and proud. She watched as the lowly guards stepped aside careful not to touch him or the reptile pet he wore.
Hannah felt sorrow as she took those few more steps to the outside world. She was being led by a chain, like an animal. Her detest for her master grew as she stared at the rich colorful robe that he wore, his exotic beauty, powerful body, and wicked lies were all weighing heavy on her mind.
Before they stepped out into the warm sunlight the golden master spoke of a promise. Was he trying to confuse her, why did he speak so to her. The man acted like they understood each other. Hannah would never understand a person who treated another as if they didn't matter. Hannah never did understand that, and it was a lesson she was taught often by her father, and one that would be taught to her every day from now on.
"I do not understand, you made no promise to me" was her only reply sure that his cryptic sentence really did not require a reply.
Malik stopped and he pivoted on his heels to face her. His snake, wound it's body slightly harder around it's master waist, not partial to the abrupt movement. The edge to his sweet little hannah's voice wounded him deeply. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look in his eyes.
"Then I will make a new promise to you now. I swear on my very life, you will never leave my side. You are bound to me in a way that only death can sever. Let the world try to tear us assunder and I will leave a trail of death that leads me to you."
He stared at her for one moment saying nothing until finally he let her chin go. He turned once more and stalked away. he tugged a bit harshly at her chain as he continued to walk, with his long strides. she would be forced walk swiftly or be choked by her collar.
Why couldn't she remember him, had he changed so much, and why was he angry about it. He never forgot about her, knew the moment that he saw her that his search was now over. Maybe she did this on purpose, or maybe she had forgotten all about him. He felt his heart sink, that would be the deepest insult.
Hannah's eyes filled with fear as her master stopped so abruptly she almost collided with him. He faced her now his hard eyes dance with a flame that she did not understand. Had she offended him so much. Hannah struggled to break his tight hold on her chin his strong hand only mocked her new status. She stopped her useless fight as his words took hold of her.
What was he saying? This promise he was making was unreal to her, why was he doing this. The exotic man sore an oath of passion for her, but why? She did not understand him or is intentions, she was a mere girl hardly a woman yet, she was of no importance before her enslavement, and was a even less now.
Hannah watched in fear now, her master's demeanor had changed in a matter seconds. Those banished tears once again threatened to break free as she struggled to keep up with her master's pace. His long legs took great strides as her shorter ones hurried to keep up. She stumbled a few times at the fast walk her heart beat face with the excursion and fear. And now after many months Hannah did something she had disciplined herself to never do, tears ran down her face.
After walking the streets their footsteps brought them to a stable. He tried to remain friendly as the stable masters and hands wanted to talk to him, really though, at the moment the last thing he felt like doing was chatting amiably. So he made his excuses and made his way the black stallion.
Not once did he look at Hannah as he wrapped her chain around a post made for tethers. He brushed down the large animals coat before saddling him. usually the job of the stable hands he would let them do this, but at the moment he needed something to calm him and take his mind away from the frail slave he had just acquired.
Finished he stepped close to her to unravel the chain, unwantingly he looked at her tear streaked face. His intention was never to make her cry. He reached out with tentative fingers to wipe away her wet cheeks.
"I'm sorry" he said to her softly. "No more tears now, I bought you to steal away your misery not to be the cause of it."
His green eyes asked her forgiveness. he let the chain slip from his hands to hang down the middle of her body and to coil on the ground. he picked her up by the waist and swung her onto his stallion. Readjusting the serpent to a more a suitable position for the ride, he mounted behind her. He wrapped his arms around her to take the reins in his hands. Finally the stable hands useful, the stall door was opened for them, and they started off.
Hannah silently obeyed her master as she like the horses that were housed in the stable was tied to a post the long chain wrapping around the wood. She watched her master, calmer now compared to the sudden outburst that had occurred earlier.
She looked on as he brushed the beautiful animal. He had a fondness for them the animals that kept him company was she to be one of them?, a new addition to his menagerie.
Hannah fought the reaction to pull back as the golden hand moved closer to her face. His tender touch was lost on her as he caressed the wet streaks. Hannah listened to his words quietly, fearful of another outburst from the odd man. Did he really think he was curing her misery, no matter what she could not turn back the hands of time, and the one person to cure her wounded soul was gone, lost to her.
Hannah looked at those golden eyes and unconsciously gave the man a small smile. They were so familiar, an ache settled in her heart as the golden master swung her up onto the majestic beast. The quick motion made her feel light headed afraid to fall from the horse she pressed closer to the man as he settled in to place behind her. She was going to meet her new fate, curious as to what it might hold for her, Hannah closed her eyes weary from the days events. She dreamed of the past of love, of Colin, she dreamed of the familiar golden eyes.
He felt content as she moved into him, the action taking away all the hurts he had been submitted to in the early morning. He was glad to be able to finally do what he had promised. He had become accomplished, created a home for her, and had at last found her to bring her home. Soon enough she would realize who he was. He didn't want to tell her, it would ruin the happiness she would feel when she figured it out for herself.
He could remember the way her childish face would light up when he would come home from a long day of work to play a game with her, or when he would bring her a treat home and she could only guess what was inside the wrapping until the surprise was unfolded. And like then when she figured things out she would hug him and tell him how much she loved him.
He wished only that he could bring her home this minuet, but first he had other business to attend to. Malik had to visit the sea port and see that everything was going as schedule. His reputation would not be marred just because he had found what was lost, after all he wanted to give her the world and that required him to be on top of things. He pulled the reigns of his stallion back, slowing the powerful beast to a walk. The ports and docks were a busy place filled with sailors, merchants, vendors, prostitutes, beggars, and thieves.