Captivity

Once upon a time, I was kidnapped. At that time, I naively believed I was safe and that no one would ask anything from me. I lost my way, and they noticed me. They were waiting for me. I was brought here by force, locked up. They told me not to be afraid, that everything would be better for me, and that everything would work out. I am still figuring out my life path.

Captive, in the secluded room, which was not humble at all. I found myself among gilded ornaments, golden covers, and silk pillows. Fruits and gifts. Nothing was missing. Not even the opium they left behind.

That day, everything happened quickly. They bathed me, clothed me in golden cloths, and adorned me. They prepared me, and they changed me into a different woman. That’s how I changed my life. The eunuchs only expected understanding from me. They chose me, and I was lucky to be here.

They said.

The glamor of captivity betrayed my destination. Clean, scared, and delighted, I awaited the development of my imprisonment. I imagined the undesirable outcome if everything went wrong.

The voices outside the gilded door announced that the time had come. I was forced to follow them, the opium shutting down whatever reaction was lurking in my soul. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined that I would have the honor of walking the famous corridors and seeing the expensive sculptures and the eerie light that illuminated the gardens.

They were taking me to him. I know why they chose me. No one would look for me, and I have no one. I’m beautiful, just what he likes. Poor, powerless to control my life. New, without a man knowing my body. The right choice.

When the gates opened, I saw him. He was waiting for me. They offered me. His gift. They ordered me to dance for him. He was looking at me with interest, investigating me. He liked me.

He accepted me into his life, near the throne of the East, among his secret wives. Since then, I have lived here, a thousand and one nights in my golden cage. Everything’s fine as long as I’m a good girl, as long as the opium erases my memories. My life belongs to my sultan.

My lord.

Created by Diana Chemeris

Story in Greek:

https://fairytalesmaybereal.blogspot.com/2016/11/blog-post_16.html