Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

Roksolana bit her lips as she came face to face with Lady Miriam. She hoped the woman hadn’t realized what had happened between the sultan and her. She didn’t need to add jealousy to the woman’s reason for hating her. Her eyes widened as she saw Lady Miriam walk toward her with a menacing look. Roksolana took a step backward for each step Lady Miriam took until her back hit furniture in the room. When lady Miriam got to where she was, she slapped Roksolana hard on her face. Removing the hijab on Roksolana’s head, Miriam wrapped it around her neck, choking her with it. Roksolana slapped the woman’s hand, but she refused to let go. It wasn’t until Roksolana was losing consciousness that the woman released her.

“I’ll make sure you regret making the sultan mad this morning.” Lady Miriam told Roksolana. “Is there anyone out there?” The woman called out.

A man rushed in immediately. Roksolana couldn’t believe her ears when Lady Miriam ordered the man to tie her to a chair. Before Roksolana could find her voice back to protest about such treatment, the man was already tying the knots of the rope holding her down. She was thinking about what the lady had in mind for tying her when Roksolana saw Lady Miriam coming back with a razor blade and a plate of chili pepper. Roksolana pushed at the rope holding her down, praying the lady wasn’t thinking what she thought she was thinking of doing.

Lady Miriam’s face lit up cruelly when she saw Roksolana struggling against the rope. She had felt like banging the door open when she heard Sultan Jamal asking Roksolana to be his new mistress. No one had been happier than she was the moment the sultan had given her an order to be cruel to the slave. When she got to where Roksolana was tied, she smiled and lifted the blade for Roksolana to see.

Roksolana refused to cry out and give Lady Miriam the satisfaction she wanted as the woman slashed her arm open with the blade. Roksolana bit her lips to prevent the screams from coming or the tears from falling as six more cuts were made to her arms and thighs. Roksolana watched as Lady Miriam tilted the chili powder plate to one of the cuts she had just gotten and poured the pepper to the surface. The scream she had been trying to hold released itself but that didn’t stop the cruel woman. If anything, the lady’s eyes lit up as she poured more pepper into the other wounds. Roksolana felt herself lose consciousness as darkness took over her.

Roksolana felt something being splashed on her face and woke up. She saw Lady Miriam standing in front of her and the memories came back. She didn’t know for how long she was out, but she knew it must have been a while since the mistress was wearing a new outfit and loud jewelry. Roksolana lifted her arm and was surprised to see it was free. She looked for the rope that had held her down when the sultan’s mistress had practiced her cruelty but couldn’t find any.

She realized that she was free. Not just free but alone with Lady Miriam. She could take the chance and kill the woman right now and no one would find out. But knowing the cunning woman, Roksolana knew the woman was probably alone with her to set her up. She let herself calm down, not wanting to fall into Miriam’s evil plan. She would have to think of another way to break free from the woman other than killing her.

“Slave, go to the kitchen and get me lunch.” Lady Miriam ordered Roksolana.

Lunch? Had she really been unconscious for so long? And the evil woman had let her be? She must have used those hours to deck up herself. Roksolana stood up from the chair she was in and walked away from the lady.

“Don’t you want to get revenge? This is your opportunity. It is just you and I here.” Lady Miriam’s words stopped her.

Roksolana shook her head slightly to herself. Her instinct had been right, the woman had something planned and Roksolana knew it can’t be good. The earlier she disappeared from her presence, the better it would be for her. For all she knew, the woman could make herself fall and put the lie on Roksolana.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“No, my lady. I’ll go get your lunch right away.” She answered and went out of the house.

She was halfway through her journey when she realized that she didn’t know the way to the kitchen. She looked around for who to ask and saw a man coming towards her. She met him halfway and spoke.

“Assalam Alaikum.” She greeted him.

“Wa Alaikum Assalam.” The man replied.

“Could you please show me the way to the kitchen?” She asked the man.

“You don’t remember me?” The man asked her.

Roksolana looked at the man but couldn’t remember where they had met before. She negatively shook her head to tell him no.

“I am one of those you saved that day when you arrived. The second in command.” The man explained.

Roksolana’s face lit up as recognition set in.

“I’m glad to see you are okay.” She told the man.

“I wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for you. Thank you. But what happened to you?” The man asked, looking at her.

At that question, Roksolana remembered the errand Lady Miriam sent her and the danger in delaying to carry out the order.

“While I would love to stay and talk to you, I need to get to the kitchen now. Do you think you can point me in the right direction?” She asked the man.

The man directed her. After promising to chat with him some other times, Roksolana went in the direction of the kitchen. She was surprised to see that the kitchen was big, with servants moving and working all around. Trays of food were set on a long table in a corner. A woman was controlling the servants and Roksolana thought she might be the head cook. Roksolana walked up to her to get Lady Miriam’s lunch.

“Excuse me. Lady Miriam asked me to get her lunch.” She told the woman.

Roksolana heard a gasp from someone behind her and turned to see Seyiddah looking at her like she was a plague.

“Laillah. What happened to you?” Seyiddah asked.

“It’s a long story. I have to get Lady Miriam’s lunch to her,” Roksolana told her friend.

“You work for Lady Miriam? Then you better get her lunch there now.” The woman Roksolana assumed as the head cook told her. She walked to the table and gave Roksolana a tray.

Roksolana smiled her thanks and rushed back to the house. She was about to open the door when she heard voices from inside.