6◇ BEGOTTEN

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"Hadaza! Hadaza!"

Time for an entry then.

"Hadaza!! Hadaza!!"

A performing curtain parts at the beat of the drums with a long, well-shaped calf followed by moving arm, slithering such way that will put a reptile to shame allowing the lady of the moment appearance amidst more chants.

"Hadaza!! Hadaza!!"

Easy to tell from the reaction of the crowd she is a favourite one but none of the incensed men and women noticed her smile how it fought to stay in place when she made a twist immediately the drumbeat changed only appreciating how perfectly her hips poked out moving, tippy toes pointed downwards they blessed the goddess that allowed her such flexibility in the hips.

Too drunk on a good time and lust to notice a little more tremble in the arm or maybe the beautifully attired trung had seen it all but just summed it to performance nerves, she would inevitably get over it.

"Hadaza!!! Hadaza!!!"

Faster and faster more sharp roundabout twists along with hand movements. The pain was increasing but she knew what was best and that is to keep up and not embarrass her owner if things are not to get worst. The pain she felt would be a caress to the aftermath of such weakness.

Not a crowd known for patience a very well-to-do lot in society that can afford such pleasures and her Owner knows just how to feed the hunger of their patrons.

"Hadaza!!!! Hadaza!!!!"

More faster more sharper turns more waist and hand movement. Now more turns, calf up, toes pointed, hips moving but still more faster now, frenzied. Almost faltering during a twist but must keep up with the drums. Failure was not an option.

Painful but she continued because the frenzied it got the closer to over it did.

"Hadaza!!!!! Hadaza!!!!!"

Faster...faster...frenzied then, stop.

Her entirety howled painfully but the smile just like her shinning eyes remained a ruse a mask over the pain of ending with split legs. Legs that were all bruised but she managed to gracefully slither upwards face the roaring crowd in a bow before exiting the stage through the shimmering curtains.

But immediate stings to her cheeks let her know her mistakes did not go unseen and only God knows how she still stood on unsteady feet.

"Allow your knees find the floor and beg! Convince me why I shouldn't send you back to Haikal".

"No!" Hadaza is certain she will not survive another session. "I'm begging you Mastress I will do better" Groveling on healing knees to the regal form of the woman her owner was better than what she planned to do with her. Her current situation evidenced a recent visit to that place.

The never flailing well-dressed woman yanked at the tail end of her abaya ignoring the dribbling cheeks and frightened eyes of the scared shaking girl. Who did she wish to fool?

"Don't think those eyes will have any effect on me" The only effect they have managed to garner from her was an intense revolt maring her features. The girl was an abomination that should never be in existence.

"Even your life-givers could not stand you and that is why you were sold to me" She paced so regal the gold if her dress reflecting the fire within her. Ringed fingers smoothing counting the bangles on each wrist an attempt to calm her anger. Everything about Mastress Shavza was poised. "I feed you, cloth you, you are a star, wear the finest of clothing and bejewelled with nothing but actual precious stones" difficult solving this puzzle but Shavza tried.

"Responsibilties the woman who gave you life was too disgusted to fulfil and yet you pay me back with a spit to the face?"

"Mercy Mastress. I am grateful not worthy of such benevolence". Dejected soaking her costume Hadaza never should have tried escaping but she thought Mastress anger would have simmered a bit this being the first time her owner set eyes on her after her flaunted attempt escape and whipped to an inch of her life.

"You know who else is not pleased you trying to leave?" Butterflies of pleasure flutter within Shavza's stomach when the young girl looked almost about to throw up, doubtful any substance will make an exit given the current feed monitoring but she should dare, just a drop of her vomit and she would not even have to fear Haikal the Ironer.

"You belong to me girl, I paid for your entire life". She knelt triggering the girl backward but stopped her mid crawl disregarding the sharp cry to yank the scarf off and eagle-nails swooping into the roots. "Allowed to pray even" she yanked cruelly "And I am not generous enough?"

"I owe you my life Mastress" she wailed yet she could do nothing to stop Mastress' ministeration to avoid more pain.

"Lie" more digging.

"Mercy Mastress! Please mercy!"

"All you had to do was entertain patrons. Where did I go wrong with my kindness! You want to leave?". Some of her roots were almost relieved from their substance before the woman finally released her to crawl away. Well as far as the ball of block behind her would allow.

"Mahid?" The guard bowed to his Mastress like her, Mastress owned him. "Take her to HIM after she has clean up. He waits in the room".

Shavza adjusted the silver sequence on her head cover before giving her attention back to the girl.

"Hopefully you disrespect me again". She really wanted the girl to again. "You only get away easily this night because HE wants it so, not too much damage he said. And by Allah quell the annoying sounds from your stomach! On second thought don't. It will just excite him more"

The woman walked away not with cruel laughter cackling out loud but satisfied bubbling happiness imagining the different torture to come the girl's way.

"Come Hadaza do not make things worse". Mahid was concerned with only carrying out orders, no one needs to be punished unnecessarily.

In the room Hadaza went straight for the black painted bunk bed amongst the others shared with six girls, always seven to a room Mastress sure loves mocking her Creator. The bed had change of clothes awaiting atop it.

Her performing clothing fell at her feet draging along bruised skin as it did yet she refused to react because she deserves this, a man died because of her selfishness, so what did she think she was better than anyone here? but she praying he finds peace and his soul would pardon her was the most she can do. They had almost made it to that settlement when all went sour and they were caught. Those lifeless eyes will remain a haunting reminder to her place, this place she only known.

A place where a mistaken dance twist was met with beating on that wrong body part until the pain alone will deter a second error, food water were rewards for a perfect performance otherwise starvation. Money earned never hers to own. With careful precision she donned the undergarments HE preferred. What was the use of owning clothes and jewelry you never get to leave with but share with others?

Yes some girls who struck luck are bought out but never her.

Not forgetting the body scents.

Elder Yar one of the customers asked for her when she was fourteen, yes he was older but very good temperament and she would swear with her life that he would have pampered her better than a doll. She tightened the straps to the dorned blue skirts. For reasons unknow Mastress refused regardless he came time and again offering twice the previous amount.

Share blue head scarf settled on her body falling past the white lace top to the skirts. HE did not like hijab on her.

Fearing Yar would, indeed finally moved on when he realised chasing the impossible. There were others not as best as sweet sweet old Yar but better than him, Mastress refused them all.

She was ready.

Mahid opened the door of her room to let her out the same time holding in his hand a loaf of fried bread. Not minding water she scarfed it down licking fingers repeatedly as if that will fill her more.

"Thank you". Not questioning the kind gesture now her fainting spell was abating.

He grunted. "The mistress sent that despite everything she wants you to survive whatever HIS plans for you this night". Mahid was not happy with the girl that almost got his brother killed trying to get her back. He did not want to even know why the Mastress was obsessed with this one but even so he will not wish HIM with his enemy.

"Why?" Would Mastress not be pleased? This was the first time in days to be fed twice. That was after the complete dry spell at the Ironing Room.

"Can't lose her best income earning entertainer". With a release of his lifted shoulders he lead her back to the performing room through the sides of seated crowed, dancers were now within patrons giving private entertainments through the entrance door that lead to another living room with a leading stair an elevator next to it.

"Can we take the stairs instead?" Mahid looked at her obviously knowing her reasons but still reluctant to climb unending flight of stairs when a perfectly working lift was right here.

"Hadaza"

"Please". Mahid relented knowing it was a bad idea they took the stairs.

"You're making it harder on yourself making HIM wait"

"At least allow me get my bearings". No matter even because no one, nothing will save her from what awaited her at the end of the stairs. Blaming every else on the woman that had begotten her who could but would not throw her away like normal women who did not want their children.

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