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Farid brought the girls to Abdullah and he couldn't have been happier.
Abdullah: I had heard of their beauty, but they are like diamonds in the rough. They will grow up to be very beautiful indeed. I am the luckiest man alive.
Farid: Yes, master you are fortunate indeed to have two such beautiful girls for your future wives.
Abdullah: Yes, but first I want you to go out and buy the biggest diamonds you can find in ring form. I want them to have everything.
Farid bowed: Yes, my liege. I think these two girls will do you credit. I mean they seem not like the others. They are graceful, quiet and submissive. No man could ask for anything more.
Abdullah thinking of the girls was distracted: Yes, yes. Now go do not dally! Once they have the rings then they will truly be mine. Also go see Abraham Daher. Tell him we need his services and as always will be paid well. I am so glad the day we caught him in that indiscretion. It is handy to have a mullah under our power. He has proved useful many times and his discretion is impeccable.
Farid: Yes, my liege. Abdullah walked away and Farid frowned. He had spent some time with the girls on their journey and found them to be delightful even in their fear the one called Zoe refused to show it. She had comforted her sister and berated her to be brave so as not to disgrace their father. She said their fear would dishonor their father. He had never known one so young to be so brave and he in spite of his feelings about women being objects, secretly admired her courage. Now it seemed the mullah was going to be brought to do the deed again. He shuddered. He was loyal to his master and would always obey no matter what, but nothing his master had done up till now had filled him with distaste. Now his master was to marry these girls before the age of consent? Yes it is true that Abdullah had married 10 wives and had many mistresses, all of which he had discarded for one reason or another, but they been at least over the age of 11. He sighed. He would do what his master said because he had been good to him taking him in as a young child from the streets and giving him a good home, but he would not carry out his masters orders gladly. He would obey, but he was going to find a way to protect those girls for a few years at least. How he didn't know, but he wouldn't cross his master not even for the brave one named Zoe.
Abdullah: I had heard of their beauty, but they are like diamonds in the rough. They will grow up to be very beautiful indeed. I am the luckiest man alive.
Farid: Yes, master you are fortunate indeed to have two such beautiful girls for your future wives.
Abdullah: Yes, but first I want you to go out and buy the biggest diamonds you can find in ring form. I want them to have everything.
Farid bowed: Yes, my liege. I think these two girls will do you credit. I mean they seem not like the others. They are graceful, quiet and submissive. No man could ask for anything more.
Abdullah thinking of the girls was distracted: Yes, yes. Now go do not dally! Once they have the rings then they will truly be mine. Also go see Abraham Daher. Tell him we need his services and as always will be paid well. I am so glad the day we caught him in that indiscretion. It is handy to have a mullah under our power. He has proved useful many times and his discretion is impeccable.
Farid: Yes, my liege. Abdullah walked away and Farid frowned. He had spent some time with the girls on their journey and found them to be delightful even in their fear the one called Zoe refused to show it. She had comforted her sister and berated her to be brave so as not to disgrace their father. She said their fear would dishonor their father. He had never known one so young to be so brave and he in spite of his feelings about women being objects, secretly admired her courage. Now it seemed the mullah was going to be brought to do the deed again. He shuddered. He was loyal to his master and would always obey no matter what, but nothing his master had done up till now had filled him with distaste. Now his master was to marry these girls before the age of consent? Yes it is true that Abdullah had married 10 wives and had many mistresses, all of which he had discarded for one reason or another, but they been at least over the age of 11. He sighed. He would do what his master said because he had been good to him taking him in as a young child from the streets and giving him a good home, but he would not carry out his masters orders gladly. He would obey, but he was going to find a way to protect those girls for a few years at least. How he didn't know, but he wouldn't cross his master not even for the brave one named Zoe.
Abdullah walked inside the house. He could wait. He had plenty of time now the girls were his, but a part of him was impatient to have them officially his. Once he put a ring on them, and get the mullah's blessing nobody could take the girls away.
Akbar had seen Farid bringing the girls back and was appalled. It seems his warning had gone unheeded. What kind of monster was Anson to allow his girls to come here? He had looked at the proud tilt of Zoe's head and the defiance in her eyes. It seemed this one had fire. The other one moved him to pity. She seemed so fragile and pale. She was scared out of her mind. He had wanted to comfort her, but being the son of Abdullah, the man who ran the village, this would have been unseemly. He willed her to look up so he could give her a reassuring smile, but her head remained down. He realized it was because she was crying. Her shoulders were silently shaking. She obviously didn't dare cry out loud for fear of punishment. Akbar wanted to help these girls, but he didn't dare cross his father. Abdullah had disowned his own mother for talking back to his father. He had her sent to the brothels unbeknownst to his father. His father had no mercy for those who didn't do his bidding. He had risked a lot to warn Anson, but there was no more he would risk. If Anson was willing to let them fall in his father's clutches, he wouldn't risk anymore.
Abdullah looking around: Where are Zoe and Charmaine?
Akbar: I had them go put their things away and get settled in.
Abdullah: Very good. Once they are settled in, I will see them and lay down their duties and chores. They must learn their place early, and the punishment for failure to obey. That Zoe looks like she will give me some trouble, but not for long. She will be tamed in short order. It seems Anson failed in his fatherly duties. I won't tolerate a rebellious woman. I like a woman with fire, but only in the bedroom.. Anson is weak.
Akbar gently: Honorable father. I wish.... he stopped not sure how to proceed.
Abdullah: What is it my son? You know I would give you almost anything within my power to give.
Akbar: Father, I wish that they could go home until they are of age. The younger is so timid and scared. She will not last long here. You could send them home and send Adir my tutor with them. He could groom them for you, and bring them back when they are a few years older.
Abdullah was displeased. His son was a constant disappointment to him. He should have known, his mother was a meek, milquetoast shame to him and after she had Akbar, he would not let her nurse him as he didn't want her weakness being given to his son. It was maybe, 6 months after Akbar was born, he had thrown her away and got himself his 20th mistress. She was worthy to be his wife such a firebrand. He wished he could have married her, but she had overstepped her bounds, and he had her whipped to teach her a lesson, but the mullah who whipped her carried it too far, and sent her to paradise. Well there would be plenty of men in paradise who would enjoy her as she would become according to their beliefs a perpetual virgin no matter how many men had her. He smiled thinking how he would one day have her over an over again as well. At the time he was a little upset, but after all it was beneath him to give any notice to such as that being just a woman and he soon replaced her. Coming back to himself he saw his son looking at him expectantly.
Abdullah harrumphed and in a stern voice: Now no. Those girls will not leave this house as honorable Anson will not allow them back. I will not lose my prize in these two. Farid has gone to get the Mullah, and after the three day waiting period, these girls will become my wives. I will hear no more talk otherwise. The subject is closed!
Abdullah walked away and Farid turned hearing a small gasp. Charmaine had been standing in the doorway listening, and her face had drained of what little color had been left. Her eyes were widened in shock, and she trembled violently. He wanted to reach out to tell her it would be ok, but he knew it wouldn't. He had nothing he could say. He too, was appalled at his father's callousness, and he was used to his father's brutality. Oh how he hated his father, but he knew he could not interfere anymore. His father's word was law, and no matter what he thought, in three days his monster of a father would take their innocence. They would be objects to slake his father's depraved desires. He wanted to be sick, but the horror was too bad. He felt the bile rise in his throat, and he hated himself for his weakness. He was weak, and brought shame on his father. Well, in spite of his feelings, he had to live with his father, and he wasn't strong enough to fight him. He would have to turn a blind eye, that is the only way he could stay alive and live with himself. It wasn't much of a choice he had, but he had nothing else.
Akbar had seen Farid bringing the girls back and was appalled. It seems his warning had gone unheeded. What kind of monster was Anson to allow his girls to come here? He had looked at the proud tilt of Zoe's head and the defiance in her eyes. It seemed this one had fire. The other one moved him to pity. She seemed so fragile and pale. She was scared out of her mind. He had wanted to comfort her, but being the son of Abdullah, the man who ran the village, this would have been unseemly. He willed her to look up so he could give her a reassuring smile, but her head remained down. He realized it was because she was crying. Her shoulders were silently shaking. She obviously didn't dare cry out loud for fear of punishment. Akbar wanted to help these girls, but he didn't dare cross his father. Abdullah had disowned his own mother for talking back to his father. He had her sent to the brothels unbeknownst to his father. His father had no mercy for those who didn't do his bidding. He had risked a lot to warn Anson, but there was no more he would risk. If Anson was willing to let them fall in his father's clutches, he wouldn't risk anymore.
Abdullah looking around: Where are Zoe and Charmaine?
Akbar: I had them go put their things away and get settled in.
Abdullah: Very good. Once they are settled in, I will see them and lay down their duties and chores. They must learn their place early, and the punishment for failure to obey. That Zoe looks like she will give me some trouble, but not for long. She will be tamed in short order. It seems Anson failed in his fatherly duties. I won't tolerate a rebellious woman. I like a woman with fire, but only in the bedroom.. Anson is weak.
Akbar gently: Honorable father. I wish.... he stopped not sure how to proceed.
Abdullah: What is it my son? You know I would give you almost anything within my power to give.
Akbar: Father, I wish that they could go home until they are of age. The younger is so timid and scared. She will not last long here. You could send them home and send Adir my tutor with them. He could groom them for you, and bring them back when they are a few years older.
Abdullah was displeased. His son was a constant disappointment to him. He should have known, his mother was a meek, milquetoast shame to him and after she had Akbar, he would not let her nurse him as he didn't want her weakness being given to his son. It was maybe, 6 months after Akbar was born, he had thrown her away and got himself his 20th mistress. She was worthy to be his wife such a firebrand. He wished he could have married her, but she had overstepped her bounds, and he had her whipped to teach her a lesson, but the mullah who whipped her carried it too far, and sent her to paradise. Well there would be plenty of men in paradise who would enjoy her as she would become according to their beliefs a perpetual virgin no matter how many men had her. He smiled thinking how he would one day have her over an over again as well. At the time he was a little upset, but after all it was beneath him to give any notice to such as that being just a woman and he soon replaced her. Coming back to himself he saw his son looking at him expectantly.
Abdullah harrumphed and in a stern voice: Now no. Those girls will not leave this house as honorable Anson will not allow them back. I will not lose my prize in these two. Farid has gone to get the Mullah, and after the three day waiting period, these girls will become my wives. I will hear no more talk otherwise. The subject is closed!
Abdullah walked away and Farid turned hearing a small gasp. Charmaine had been standing in the doorway listening, and her face had drained of what little color had been left. Her eyes were widened in shock, and she trembled violently. He wanted to reach out to tell her it would be ok, but he knew it wouldn't. He had nothing he could say. He too, was appalled at his father's callousness, and he was used to his father's brutality. Oh how he hated his father, but he knew he could not interfere anymore. His father's word was law, and no matter what he thought, in three days his monster of a father would take their innocence. They would be objects to slake his father's depraved desires. He wanted to be sick, but the horror was too bad. He felt the bile rise in his throat, and he hated himself for his weakness. He was weak, and brought shame on his father. Well, in spite of his feelings, he had to live with his father, and he wasn't strong enough to fight him. He would have to turn a blind eye, that is the only way he could stay alive and live with himself. It wasn't much of a choice he had, but he had nothing else.