Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Love Is Not Blind ❯ My...new job? ( Chapter 3 )

—Yes, I have another chapter up. Yes, there is a rape scene in this chapter. Fun, eh? Anybody ever heard “Ojos Asi” by Shakira? Good song; although it's in Spanish, it kinda has that Egyptian feel to it. I was kinda listening to that song while I wrote this chapter. So the music in this chapter, just imagine it's like an instrumental version of “Ojos Asi”.

 

Chapter 3 - My…new job?

 

Sagira tucked at her top. She had handled enough of the dancing girls' outfits to know what they looked like. Each skirt and top was the same and made from the same threads. The outfits consisted of a small top that exposed much of the girls' breasts, a skirt that was kept in place by a sash, shoes decorated with fancy beads, and ribbons tied to the girls' wrists.

 

Dalila had said that the tops were a light shade of red, the skirts with their slits up to the hips were a blue-green color, the shoes were an off-white color and the ribbons were a shade darker than the tops. This was only meaning babble to a blind girl like Sagira. I cannot see colors, she thought. Why do people bother telling me what color these things are? I mend based on feel, not color.

 

Sagira had worked hard during the last few hours of daylight. As the sun set, so would go her job as a weaver. Now she was a dancing girl and her heart raced like the hoof beats of the horses Badru tended to. The Pharaoh might ask for more! He might ask Sagira to do a solo dance! Her mind was whirling with the thought.

 

She and the other girls were standing in the shadows of the arches in the palace. Sagira could hear loud chatter and the clink of bowls and goblets. The evening meal was in progress. Sagira and the other girls were the entertainment for the evening. The girls whispered and giggled excitedly to each other. Sagira realized that they must have been peering out at all the people in the court.

 

“The Pharaoh is so handsome.” said one girl.

 

“Yes. How old is he again?” asked another.

 

“Seventeen years from what I've heard.” replied the first girl.

 

“What does he look like?” Sagira asked them. All she saw of the Pharaoh in her dark world was a pair of beautiful, wise eyes without a face and an upside pyramid without a neck to hang around.

 

The girls ignored her. They tolerated her presence among them tonight only for the sake of being able to dance in the court of the Pharaoh.

 

“You may be one of us tonight, blind girl, but you'll go straight back weaving when the sun rises tomorrow.” a girl had said to Sagira as they had been dressing.

 

The music started to play and the talking stopped. The girls filed out; each girl an arm's length behind the one in front of her. The dancing girls started to move their hips and their arms in time to the music. Step, step, turn, step, Sagira thought as she danced. She'd memorized Dalila's instructions as the woman had taught the girls. The other girls based their learning simply by watch Dalila, but Sagira learned by sound and hearing. The hardest part was trying to figure out where the people were. Dalila had said that there would be people all around them.

 

Sagira was so absorbed in the music, the rising and falling of her arms and legs, and the rolling of her hips that she didn't notice how far she was from the other dancers. Suddenly, she stepped on some soft, yet hard at the same time. Then she heard a male voice scream, “OW! You damn wench!” Sagira felt a hand push her away and she crashed into another dancer. Both girls fell together and the room became dead quiet, except for the startled squeals and gasps of the dancing girls.

 

The girl pushed Sagira off her and snapped, “You clumsy fool! You ruined our dance!”

 

“That wench stepped on my leg!” shouted the male voice.

 

Sagira sat up. “I…I…” She tried to apologize, but her voice won't work.

 

“What is going on?” said a deep, soothing voice. Sagira's heart stopped. The room was quiet again. That voice, Sagira thought. It's like…like silk blowing in the breeze. So beautiful…

 

Sagira heard Dalila run passed the dancing girls and say, “My Pharaoh, you must forgive my girls. They are usually so well-trained, so entertaining.”

 

“The Pharaoh?” Sagira whispered.

 

“You are excused, Dalila.” said that same, beautiful voice. A rough hand grabbed Sagira's arm and hauled her away with the other dancing girls. Sagira recognized the hand as Dalila's. She was in trouble.

 

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“You ruined our performance!” shouted Dalila. “And you were dancing for the Pharaoh?! I thought you said you knew what the hellfire you are doing, Sagira!”

 

“Dalila, I…I didn't mean to step on that gentleman. Honest! I…just…couldn't see him.” Sagira said, helplessly.

 

A hard slap across the face silenced Sagira's pleading. Dalila sighed heavily, trying to control her anger. “From this point on, Sagira, you will not dance. You will mend the girls' clothing and nothing more. The only reason I'm not turning you out is because you told me that your betrothed was still after you.”

 

Sagira said nothing.

 

“Be grateful I'm so charitable, girl.” Dalila snapped.

 

Sagira stood and walked out of the room. She fingered her way down the halls and corridors, heading for what she hoped would be the throne room. Sagira wanted to apologize to that man she had stepped on. She wanted to apologize to the Pharaoh for ruining his entertainment for the evening.

 

I'm not a dancer, she thought, sadly, I'm just a mender of dancing girl clothing. Sagira stopped and sat down against the wall. “I suppose…being a weaver is a bad thing. I'll be able to stay inside the palace walls. Luzige won't find me here.”

 

Footsteps interrupted her thoughts and Sagira stood up. She heard male voices too and then she smelt wine and felt the body heat of two men. “Look, a little dancing girl. You're the one who caused all that commotion in the court.” said one man.

 

Sagira could tell he was drunk. “Yessir. I'm very sorry. It won't happen again. Can you please deliver my apology to the Pharaoh?”

 

The two men laughed. “Well, we could, but what do we get in return?”

 

Before Sagira could answer a hand ran up and down her side and hip. Sagira pushed it away and asked, “Do you have anything that needs mending? I am a good weaver.”

 

The men chuckled in response. “We could use some love mending.” said one man and they laughed.

 

Sagira suddenly became aware that she was outnumbered. She tried to move away, but one of the men grabbed her. Sagira was very frightened and that fear intensified when she felt the man tugging at her top. Then cool air hid her breast and Sagira let out a yelp and covered herself with her arms. The men were laughing as they groped for places that no man had ever touched Sagira. It was a horrible experience, especially for a blind girl. She backed as far against the wall as possible.

 

Then she screamed. “DALILA! Dalila, help me!” Dalila was as strong as man and loved to boost about it too. If anyone could help her, it would be Dalila.

 

The men just laughed at Sagira's attempts to bring help. Sagira was crying and shouting now as she felt a hand touched her maiden head (the spot between her legs) and rub hard. Sagira leaned forward and bit down at the flesh her face came in contact with. She bit as hard as she could and tasted something salty and disgusting. She let go just as whoever was touching her jumped back in a roar of pain.

 

“What happened?” asked one man.

 

“The wench bit me. Look, I'm bleeding!” said the other man.

 

The men banned together and ripped at Sagira's skirt. Sagira's voice had grown hoarse by this time as the men hauled her to her feet. They wanted sex and Sagira was not about to give them any. She felt their hands touched her breasts and squeezing them uncomfortably. She felt them groping her butt and her maiden head. Sagira tried to force them away, but they slapped her about and beat her.

 

Sagira lay on the floor with no strength left. One man straddled her hips and prepared to enter her.

 

“What in the name of Ra are you doing?!” shouted a voice. It was a strange, new voice to Sagira's ears. The man got off her and both of them started rattling on about what they'd been doing.

 

“You were going to violate her, you filthy barbarians!” said the silky, female voice that Sagira remembered from earlier in the day. Something soft fell over Sagira's exposed upper body. It was a cloth of some kind and Sagira felt gentle arms encircle her and help her sit up. Sagira wrapped the cloth around herself and clung to the feminine body for dear life.

 

“Is the girl all right?” asked the strange, male voice.

 

“Yes.” said the female. “I will help her. You go and deal with those guards.”

 

“I shall, Isis.” said the male.

 

Sagira nearly fainted. Isis?! As in, she thought. Priest Isis! She wiped at the tears that continued down her cheeks like rivers. “Are you…Priest Isis?”

 

“I am.” said the female who held Sagira. “There, there. Did those men violate you at all?”

 

“If you mean had sex with me, then no. You and your friend arrived just in time.” Sagira shivered at the fresh memory of those hands touching her roughly in places where a man should never touch a virgin.

 

“My friend was Priest Mahaado. He is in charge of palace security and he shall see that those two guards will be severely punished.” Isis told her.

 

“May I know your face?” Sagira asked.

 

“Beg pardon?”

 

“I am blind. So I need to touch the faces of people who are kind to me. That way, perhaps I can match a face with a voice that I hear.” Sagira replied.

 

“All right then.” Isis let Sagira run her hands delicately over her cheekbones, her neck her forehead, her hair, and her nose. Sagira saw a face of a young woman perhaps ten years older than she was. The face was beautiful and flawless and of Hathor herself.

 

“I thank you.” Sagira said when she let her hands drop. “You saved me.”

 

“I foresaw what would happen to you and what would happen afterwards. From this moment on, you shall never weave for Dalila again.” Isis said.

 

Sagira heard a bit of reluctance in Isis's voice. I do not think she is certain if what she's doing is right or not. Sagira said nothing and only nodded. She took Isis's hand and the priestess led her through a few twists and sharp turns. Sagira made sure they went slowly so she could feel her way around.

 

Finally, when Sagira felt as though they'd gone through half of the palace, a door creaked open and Isis said, “You look tired, dear. You can sleep in my room tonight.”

 

Isis directed Sagira over to a pile of cushions. Sagira gasped at how soft the cushions felt. Isis took out a dress that she had worn a long time ago. She had outgrown it, but she was positive that Sagira could wear it. She laid the dress in Sagira's lap and said, “Put that on and try to get some rest. Tomorrow is the beginning of your new job.”

 

“My…new job? You won't make me leave the palace, will you?”

 

“Why would I?”

 

“I don't want to leave. I was betrothed to a horrible man and I ran away from home. That's why I came to Dalila in the first place. To be a dancer, because I love dancing. And because…this is the only place where I know that horrible man won't find me.” Sagira said, trying hard not to cry again.

 

Isis nodded and placed a gentle hand on Sagira's shoulder. “Peace, child. You won't have to leave the palace for this job. I promise. And with this new job, you won't have to worry about anymore guards touching you.”

 

Sagira sighed. She felt the dress. The top of it ended below her arm pits. The top was also decorated with small beads and gems. The material itself was smooth and perfect. She put it on quickly and felt to how long to went. The bottom of the dress ended at about halfway towards her ankles.

 

Isis nodded. The dress fit perfectly. The dress was a very light gray, almost white color and the beads at the top were a combination of pale turquoise and light blue. The gems were white, though Isis did not know what type of gems they were. The dress had been one of Isis's fancier outfits when she was sixteen. Now it belonged to Sagira. Isis waited until Sagira had lain down on the cushions and fallen asleep before getting ready for bed herself.

 

As Isis threw a blanket over the sleeping blind girl, she wondered why the Millennium Necklace would send her visions of this girl. What could be so important about her? And, Isis thought as she got into bed, what is her connection with the Pharaoh?

 

—Next time…Sagira will get her new job and I think she is really gonna like it. I'm being vague in some parts of my story, because some of the things are experienced by Sagira and I want the readers to feel as though they're blind just like Sagira is…