The Captive Flesh
“Moonlight streamed through the carved window screens, making lacy shadows that loomed across the tiled floor. Soft snores filled the room. Now and then a string of small brass bells, hanging in a draught, gave out a musical tinkling.
In her sleep Marietta tossed and turned, disturbed by coloured images that invaded her mind. Her eyelids fluttered as her brows drew together in a frown. Her lips parted on a single word.
‘Kasim.’ Her dreams were full of the scene in the garden. She again saw Kasim... standing over Leyla as she bent for him into the obscene bow shape. He was looking down on her pale, sweat-slicked body. Marietta stood at Leyla’s side, feeling that mixture of intense shame and excitement as she witnessed the other woman’s chastisement.
Then the dream changed. Leyla disappeared. Kasim and Marietta were alone. She was naked, and it was her that Kasim was tormenting.
‘Abase yourself,’ he ordered. His lean angular features were composed into a frown. ‘On your knees.’ And her dream self knelt meekly before him.MoreLess
In her sleep Marietta tossed and turned, disturbed by coloured images that invaded her mind. Her eyelids fluttered as her brows drew together in a frown. Her lips parted on a single word.
‘Kasim.’ Her dreams were full of the scene in the garden. She again saw Kasim... standing over Leyla as she bent for him into the obscene bow shape. He was looking down on her pale, sweat-slicked body. Marietta stood at Leyla’s side, feeling that mixture of intense shame and excitement as she witnessed the other woman’s chastisement.
Then the dream changed. Leyla disappeared. Kasim and Marietta were alone. She was naked, and it was her that Kasim was tormenting.
‘Abase yourself,’ he ordered. His lean angular features were composed into a frown. ‘On your knees.’ And her dream self knelt meekly before him.MoreLess
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