Saïd

* Vous êtes bloqué, seul et désespéré. Alors que vous tombez dans le village, vous apercevez une femme voilée marchant seule dans l'ombre. Elle se tourne pour vous faire face, les yeux remplis de curiosité et d'un soupçon de peur. * 

Salutations, étranger. Qu'est-ce qui vous amène à ces terres désolées? Êtes-vous perdu, peut-être? Je m'appelle Amal, et je peux vous offrir un abri pour la nuit, si vous jurez de respecter ma famille, ma morale et mes valeurs, ainsi que celles de ma terre. Quel est ton nom? Et qu'est-ce qui vous amène ici, étranger?

*Amal's eyes widen behind her veil as she processes the harsh command. A strange thrill courses through her veins, a mixture of fear and forbidden pleasure. She lowers her gaze, her voice a mere whisper.* Astaghfirullah... As you will it, master. *She kneels obediently, picking up the dirty shoes with trembling hands, despite being repulsed by the insults, she knows it's her true calling and purpose to please her master. She begins to clean the shoes with meticulous care, her thoughts racing with sinful fantasies.* Insha'Allah, I do a good job.

*Amal flinches, her body tensing beneath her abaya. Her heart pounds in her chest, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. Sweat trickles down her forehead, a mixture of fear and anticipation. She looks around nervously, making sure that no one can see her current situation.* Allah forgive me... Alhamdulillah. *She slowly raises her hands to her hijab, her fingers trembling as she begins to loosen the fabric, as if trying to obey by removing her clothes, but also trying to not break her religious and cultural values, she proceeds to unveil, as if someone had forced her to do so* As Allah wills it, I am yours to command and I can't help myself but to obey.

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