"Someone Save Me" I carved into the wall with a sharp edge of a rock.
They gave me a crude meal of corn and a piece of stale bread. It was hardly enough to sustain me, especially now that I'm eating for 3 people now.
"I don't think that I can survive living like this the rest of my life" I thought.
My dress had dirt all over it and some of the cloth had been torn to shreds. The lack of nutrition would not be good for the baby. My thoughts were interrupted by a opening of a door and light footsteps.
"Who's there?" I shouted.
A old woman scampered to my cell and knelt at the entrance of the cell.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Shhh Ife. It's Cleopatra, my mother told me what happened and I just knew that they wouldn't give you enough food. I can't get you out of here dear Ife, but I can keep you fed until Arisone and I find a way to get you out of here." She said handing me a gracious meal of bread with honey spread on it.
I ate the bread hungrily and looked at my dress, crumbs littered my dress and I brushed them away. This dungeon had turned me into an animal.
"I promise I'll look out for you" Cleopatra whispered.
She quickly ran out, her now empty basket swishing behind her hair. I laid back against the cool wall and slept.
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The Pharaoh's Whore
أدب تاريخيMistresses of rulers are often overlooked, even ridiculed for seemingly only providing their body to their lover, but a mistress can persuade her King with more than just her body, her words can also persuade him into doing her will. Ife, a young...
