Day 6: Violin in the Desert [Slavery, Wholesome]

Keywords: Unbroken/Play
Main Theme: Wholesome
Triggers: Slavery, Exhibitionism
POV: 1st person; Male

"Not interested" I kept screaming at the sellers, swatting them like the flies as I made my way through the Grand Market of Mikunesh.

Strangely angry and irritated i kept moving forward. I wanted to visit. In face I always wanted to visit. But once inside I felt like I was under a constant **** of the environment. It completely robbed me of any pleasure I might have had admiring hand made pieces of rustic art that was offered for sale.

That's when I heard it. A violin. Somehow between all these screaming salesman, the clear and pure voice of violin sneaked through to my ears. I started searching for it. It seemed to be echoing between the buildings and finding it seemed like a fool's errand, but still I tried.

Bouncing between other customers I tried to follow the sound like a sailor lured by a siren's song.

I almost walked past it. I almost passed the alley where she was hiding. Sitting completely naked on the sand covered carpet. Playing the most beautiful song I ever heard.

Her black hair braided into a thick dutch braid running from the very top of her head, falling to the side and over her skinny shoulders and between her small breasts. Her thin as a straw hand firmly holding bow and her left hand holding the violin. Her eyes closed as if she was dreaming the melody.

"Want her? Unbroken, yes? One million only!" coarse voice from the shadow interrupted the melody and made me incredibly agitated.

The girl stopped playing and looked up at me with the worst sadness I have ever seen in someone's eyes. They were large and hazel. Drilling into my head.

"What?" I barked back with anger.

"Ok. Ok. Half a million! I'll eat the loss" seems like a slaver thought I have started the negotiations.

"Of age?" I asked with anger. I suspected she was but needed to be sure.

"Of course! Twenty years old! I have the papers! And untouched! Very rare! Four hundred and she's yours, I'll starve for a month." slaver used the usual tactic.

"You already starved her enough" I barked back. I was not wrong, she was skin and bones, making her look small and weak. I was amazed she could hold the instrument up.

"That's how they are! Lean but strong, you see, she's cheap, doesn't eat much!"

He really knew how to push my buttons. "One hundred. Not a shekel more" I barked back. I made my decision.

I had sell my car. It was practically new too. I should have said fifty thousand. Or even better haven't said anything. Dammit. But once she started playing again I knew I had to save her. How the fuck am I going to explain this to my wife?

Those were the thoughts that were running through my head as I was driving twenty year old Toyota truck that I managed to get for the road back. Planes were still grounded. Trip back to Europe was going to be long and tumulus. On the upside the truck had a bed where we could sleep, saving on hotels.

Brahms Violin Concerto however, sounded amazing under clear starry skies.