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**narky** · February 8th, 2023, 12:15 PM

Aiyla could feel the pain around her wrists where they clamped the irons cuffs.

She guessed it might have been three or four days since she had been captured by the knights. When they boarded the ship, she was on they killed most of the men defending it. They then started shouting and shoving people in an attempt to direct them onto their own vessel. Aiyla had tried to beg a knight to leave them be only to get a hard slap across the face with a mailed hand. That voyage had been rough. Most of the other who were taken with her were women and a few children. Aiyla didn’t spot any men which made her wonder what happened to them.

After the nightmare of a journey, Aiyla found herself at a port. She heard the sounds of shouting in a language that she didn’t understand but quickly recognized as being similar to that spoken by the knights who had captured her.

She watched them, one knight was talking and pointing at them, while another man, this one dressed in what she guest was a more casual outfit held up fingers to form numbers. Soon, the man handed the knight a pouch that jingled with the sound of metal. Aiyla was then dragged to a can and forced on-board. Her hands were bound again with metal cuff and soon she along with a handful of other women soon found themselves being brought somewhere.

The road felt bumpy from being so uneven and full of pot-holes, and a few times the shaking made her feel sick, but soon she was greeted by a rancid smell of sewage. She craned her neck to see what it could be and soon spotted the sight of a large city on the near horizon.

When they entered the city, she noticed that people were staring at. Some had looks on their faces that she believed to be sympathy while others had looks of utter contempt and hatred as they watched the cart.

Soon the cart came to a stop and they were hauled off. The man who had been leading the cart proceeded to chain them onto a pole that was next to an open-aired small building. Aiyla tugged at her chains and found herself firmly “tied-down” as the man began ringing a bell and shouted something to the crowd.

**Fenrir13** · February 9th, 2023, 01:02 PM

Estienne was walking over the market alone when she came across a curious sight. Some kind of auction, of human cargo! The widow took a closer look. Her husband would have insisted she´d take a servant along for the walk, but he was dead now and Estienne was enjoying her new found independance. Aside from that it wasn´t the biggest city and she knew most of the people from mass, who usually greeted her and made small talk. You didn´t often see slaves in this part of france, but they still sometimes arrived from the coast, as the Knights of Rhodes and other groups were often engaged in piracy. After gossiping a bit about the strange looks of the Muslims, they all seemed pretty young, who had come in their posession with the bakers woman she sometimes bought bread from Estienne approached the auctioner. She owned several vineyards in the hills outside the city walls, so they had quite the fortune, alltough she had a bit of a bad conscience that she was wasting money when she bought Aiyla, who she thought looked cute. Maybe she could do a few jobs around her house and keep her company. In the end she had gotten a good deal. "Can you speak?", Estienne asked her newfound companion and opened her mouth with her thumbs. Good, the tongue was still there! What a waste it would have been, had somebody cut it off. Sighting Estienne grabbed the girl by her hand and dragged her off, not caring much if the girl wouldn´t speak now.

**narky** · February 9th, 2023, 01:41 PM

Aiyla honestly didn’t know how long she was at the auction spot, but she hazarded a guess of maybe a couple hours at most. The people who walked by continued to give her the same look of contempt she had gotten when she first entered this damn city. One of the passerby’s even took a moment to spit at her before walking off like nothing happened.

Part of her had resign herself to this fate. Chained and mocked by people she didn’t know for some ‘crime’ she had not committed. She wondered if she had died on that ship and she is in hell for all her past transgressions in life.

Suddenly, she felt herself being tugged. The man who watched over them was pulling at the chains and unlocked them. With a confused expression, she opened her mouth to say something only to have a woman force her mouth open with her thumbs, asking her a question in their 'alien tongue.’

“Unhand me!” the girl cried out in Turkish when she was being dragged by this mysterious woman.

**Fenrir13** · February 9th, 2023, 09:19 PM

Estienne just managed to put her fingers out of the girls mouth before she could bite them and was rather startled by the girl suddenly and so forcefully speaking in her "heathen tongue". "Heavens! You rude child...show me some respect, I am your mistress now and I do not mind beating you!", she said firmly, putting her arms on her hips in indignation. That threat was not an empty one, alltough she might not be as cruel as the Knights had been to the poor Ottoman kid. After a while the woman scrunched up her nose in disgust. "And by the way, you smell awful! Probably were trapped under deck for days. We´ll first have to wash you. I don´t want to hear any complaints!", she yelled, ordering Aiyla around rather without thought.

**narky** · February 10th, 2023, 06:59 AM

Aiyla could only feel herself getting even angrier at the expression this woman was giving her. She had just shoved her hands into her mouth and now sounded like she was demanding something from her now, “I can’t understand you! What do you want!?” she replied in Turkish in a loud tone, matching the woman in her voice.

Aiyla was still wearing the same outfit she had worn since she was captured and they looked filthy. After all those days for being transported she was honestly kind of surprise it hadn’t been damaged more than it actually was.

**Fenrir13** · February 10th, 2023, 12:21 PM

Estienne was confounded by her young charges behaviour. How was she ever going to get her home? "You are my property now. Come with me.", she ordered, taking the girl by the hand, more gently now. "Be a good girl and I´ll treat you decently.", she promised and ran a hand through the slave girls dark hair. "You are so filthy! Come lets get you a bath and something to eat.", she ordered, trying to sound authorative. She wasn´t sure if she succeded. She looked around the market, quietly hoping a guard or someone would help her. In the end she was just a women past her best age and likely couldn´t outrun Aiyla if she really meant it. But were would she go being a stranger in a strange land? Maybe following Estienne was her best option.

**narky** · February 11th, 2023, 01:06 PM

Aiyla stared at the woman with a look of hesitation. For the most part, the woman had calmed down slightly, or at least enough to stop probing her with her hands, but that still did not fully assure her until she felt the woman’s hand slip into hers. It felt soft, like she had never down much “handiwork” in her life. She then felt the other hand run through her hair.

Aiyla knew she couldn’t really go anywhere. She stood out way to much to hide and did not speak the language so with a sigh she allowed herself to be brought to where the mysterious woman wanted to bring her.

**Fenrir13** · February 11th, 2023, 09:36 PM

Estienne sighted in relieve when the young girl followed her, glad she didn´t need to persuade her more forcefully. They walked through the streets of the small city until they came to a house in the corner of a shadowy alley, it wasn´t very spacious but tall and alltough it wasn´t near the market were the houses of most the richest burghers were located she was oddly fond of it, maybe because living there all her live. "There we are, now look, I am Estienne, your mistress, can you say that, Estienne?", the widow said and pointed at herself, to indicate that was her name. She hoped Aiyla would understand. She didn´t seem stupid after all. Estienne expected she was a smart kid, just confused.

"Oh, you´ll learn someday.", Estienne added, rolling her eyes slightly and leading the girl aside. They were greated by a young servant girl called Nikol. "This is Nikol, she will draw you a bath and show you your room.", the widow explained.

**narky** · February 14th, 2023, 04:58 AM

Aiyla looked at the maid that the other woman had pointed at. She guessed that the woman who had been leading her around all day was named Estienne if the pointing she had done at herself was anything to go by.

When the maid appeared, she wondered who this person would be as she gave her a look at spoke of her distrust and hesitation at the arrival of this newcomer.

Aiyla spoke to herself in hushed Turkish, "Why are all these people keep mentioning and pointing at me?" she wondered

**Fenrir13** · February 15th, 2023, 01:29 AM

"What are you babbling about again now?", Estienne said, sounding slightly annoyed. She would have liked it more if Aiyla was quiet and obedient, but didn´t feel like punishing her, yet, it didn´t seem a good way to start their relationship, even if Aiyla had to accept that she was the master. "Anyway, Nikol, please draw a bath for the girl. She is filthy from the long trip.", she explained to the maid, who began to work. Soon a steaming bath was ready. "Isn´t that nice? Come, go in!", Estienne said, pointing at the girl and the bath. If she was stubborn she would earn a slap on her covered rump.