Foreign Princess

On the Run

Eyes land on to the obvious foreigner, dressed in an over bearing Victorian styled outfit, it's layers simply over exerted for the environment and climate of the land, thick heeled shoes crushing over the pebbled dirt as they walk, carrying along a single briefcase and shoulder bag.

The whispers of the crowd didn't by pass the strangers ears as they walk into an inn, hoping to book a room while they played the memory in their head of what brought them here.

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"Madam Stop!" The echoes of heels running on the hard coble stone streets were heard during the setting hours of the day. The sky a hue of multiple colors as the sun was sinking low, the crowds dispersing making way for the rattled dusty blond haired woman running through, a briefcase in hand, shoulder bag held tight and her dress lifted to avoid tripping while three burly large men chased after her.

She took the chance to sneak a look back to the closing distance between them, fear striking as she didn't want to be returned to that vile place she had finally escaped from.

Lord Summers and his Wife, Rosetta, a highly prosperous family of England but very well known for their gluttony in buying black market sex slaves for them to both enjoy their ways with. Was she Rosetta? The dual eye colored blonde currently on the run? no, Her name was Makaria Bast, her parents unknown as she was one of said black market slaves, taken when she was still young, and her purity preserved for the highest bidder when her body was "ripe".

During the showing of slaves, Lady Rosetta's eyes fell to her instantly admiring her young beauty and soon followed by Lord Summers as she cowered trying to conceal herself, every cent that they had carried for the event being thrown to the table that moment and the sellers unable to make sense but uncaring of the rules to wait for other bids for this was the largest sum they had received for a single body, had let them walk away with the young blond in tow, they also knew better than to go against the Summers and suffer the reign of their fury for denying them of what they demanded they wanted.

While her living quarters were quite lavish, and Rosetta had pampered and dressed her as if she were their child instead of their property, she was still a slave, and though they continued to preserve her budding flower for the "chosen" time, they both would smack her around while avoiding bruising her face, and force her into doing sexual favors to them while the other would watch and play with themselves or even join, so she had waited, biding her time.

Makaria continued to wait while sneaking small bits of money when ever they would look away, not alot they would notice but enough so that in simply four months, she had enough to finally escape by boat with the assistance of one rogue guard who was sick of the darkness hidden inside the estate of his employers, so finally at night her plan set in motion.

The guard had already arranged for room on a transport vessel for her that was prepped and leaving port that night, so while Rosetta slept, she snuck from the room after quietly dressing and made her way down the stairs and to the door, just as the door creaked open to the outside world, Lord Summers came from his study, drunk and began to wail for the guards to get her as she took that moment and fled. Now here she was, the boat leaving any minute, and without her if she didn't hurry, so taking a sharp corner she found herself sprinted for her life, dock in sight and boat already steaming pulling out as the boarding steps began to lift.

As if a burst of power came to her, she planted a foot to the guard rail of the dock and leaped over the gap of water, landing with a thud on the boat, crew rushing to help her up as they had known who she was already due to the ship owners own brother having been the guard to help her, she stood and watched as the chasing guards all stopped at the end of the docks shouting that she belonged to Lord Summers and they would find her.

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"One room please, single bed" Makaria asked while showing her only forms of identification.

The woman of the inn looking over the document had no idea what the foreigner had said due to the difference in language, nodded as common sense as to why the young blond was here gave enough knowledge she at least desired a room, so writing down the needed information, she grabbed a key and had showed Makaria to her room.

Walking in, Makaria looked around at her new temporary home, balking at the sight of faded, peeling painted stone walls, dusty floors, withered but usable storage boxes, a large open concept stone door frame leading out to a stone balcony and in the corner was an older bed, at least the bedding looked clean and only barely used, so with a sigh she dropped her bags onto the bed, stepping out onto the balcony where she looked out along the streets at the bustling locals, taking a deep breath and then smiling up to the sky feeling free for the first time since she could remember.

"So this is Egypt, I wonder what adventures this land will hold".