No straight answers

I was given fashionable, but modest clothes. One of the girls showed me how to properly wrap the scarf that would cover my hair. That stung me more deeply than I would have thought. I was very proud of my wavy red locks. The thought of having to keep it covered saddened me greatly. It wasn't just that. While the flowing black and red embroidered dress I'd been given was comfortable and still accentuated my curves, I'd not get to flaunt my figure as I had in the past with pinskirts and button ups that I usually left a little too unbuttoned.

None of my attendees spoke English, Russian, or French, not that they would know who had made the winning bid. As I was led outside to a waiting limo, I couldn't help but wonder who I was going to meet inside behind those tinted windows. The chauffeur opened the door, and I hesitantly stepped inside.

And there he was. He was dressed in an Italian suit with tens of thousands of dollars of tasteful, expensive accents. His watch and cufflinks alone cost more than I made in a year. He had short, neatly trimmed beard on a well-maintained middle aged face. He was lighter skinned than many of the Arabs I'd seen, and appeared to be in excellent physical condition.

"I'm sure you have many questions. Who I am, where we are going...what will become of you." I nodded, remembering Omar's warning not to look him in the eye. "I am Idris. For my own purposes I will not reveal my family name. We will be departing to Dubai on my jet shortly, and from there to my estate in my home country." A few things ran through my mind. He wasn't Afghani, or at least not living there anymore; and he wasn't one of the oil sheikhs of the UAE is that wasn't his home country. From Dubai, the most logical destination would be either Saudi Arabia or the North coast of Africa. Egypt? Libya?

"May I ask a question?" I said. He leaned forward, attentively, and spread his hands in a gesture for me to continue. "Why, out of all the girls, did you...purchase me?" I asked. He drew in a breath, and leaned back.

"Well, if you wish to know..."