Princes diamond

2 kinav

Burning of the sun reflected on my skin as sweat poured down I should be used to this by now living here all my life but somehow my body is as more fragile than I could see.
The wind had not shown mercy upon us today as the scorching heat cursed the land.

"SLAVES everyone get ur slaves" that's when I felt a sharp tug at my foot looking up to see the culprit it was a man middle aged a familiar one at that "I see ur doing well in there sharpie" that was what I was known to him he somehow knew my family my biological family and decided to give me to slave sellers.
Sitting down in the sand not making a single sound as I heard a chair pull up aside me it was the familiar man who never once told me his name he said he didn't like telling anyone his name, understandable when ur working In his industry, I had grown quite fond of these people but by that I had grown more of there viscous Cycles of beatings and whippings, watching used toys hang from ceiling, explosion the vulnerability of showing of bare in front of several me had salty tears running down my face to which I brought a knee up and wiped it of.
"Well how much for that one" a tall man with dark ginger hair and black green eyes had called looking directly at me "oh that ones a charm 87 u know more of the pricy ones with the eyes" it's true with my light green eyes and tanned skin that was placed along my curvy body I was one of the favourites however I had been here for years and again nobody had been willing to spend such and amount on me "hmmm I will take him" until today.

Getting ready for whatever was about to come I was pulled along the road with shaking legs and a mind fuzzing from hardly and hydration I was scared and lonely I knew that these kinds of people would laugh while u suffer and could do as they please with u as ur more if there property.

Flashback

Seeing the small piles of bodies as the gunman ran to the big truck picking up a bag "get the infants out I want them to be the ones that get trained more the others kill them" I still remember those words I was 8 when I was forced out Into the orphanage a hundred more being capered some children were lucky, they ran while never stopping and never looking back I was naive and tended to stay close to the owners as much as possible even there dead bodies that lay rotting right in front of me "sir we found one" "tie him up" they had come to secure my arms tightly as I struggle out of them "no help help help help help" shouting screaming kicking nothing all was next was a black bag that was pushed over my head and then black consumed my vision"

Flashback over

It's funny how even 9 years later of all the torture and training of how to be a submissive and do exactly as they say would turn me into a piece of meat for this mans pleasures.
"Get him up into the mans car" "has the money been transferred sir" "yes mr Macklemore never seems to let me down on that" he spoke as a deep chuckle burst out from his throat I New what was coming next as I was pulled along and pushed inside a car and the familiar black feeling once that brought me here is coming back getting me out of here I think.

The orphanage was the kind of place that was a hime to young kids we lived in the outskirts of Cairo where the food was decent and the clothes were clean enough, the homes were designed for stormy nights and rainfalls that frequently came but the people were kind and loving knowing a family that didn't even want u looking at u as if u were a mistake they knew that but I of course thought I was a mistake I knew I must of been to instead of seeing two loving parents whether male and female or male and male or even female and female that cared for you and taught u everything I was locked up in a this building with a load of kids that had shared the same fate as me.