Almast’s mother was Armenian. Her father had met and married her on a trading caravan trip. From her mother, Almast inherited her fair, pale skin and the simple faithfulness of her people. Her light complexion caused her moterh to name her Almast, the Armenian word for diamond.
Young Almast grew up a typical girl of her time and place. Brought up in a culture where a girl’s role and training was exclusively to marry, bear children and run a household, she accepted her place gladly and looked forward to it.
When Almast turned thirteen, her mother passed away. After the set time of mourning, Almast began to look forward to the next phase of her life. Approaching marital age, she knew her father was scouting for an appropriate mate. She dreamed of the marriage bed and being the beloved wife (as her mother had been), in charge of the house and doing all needed to cae for her husband and family.
It is true that, the girl, growing up, had harbored some strange dreams, dreams of submission, dreams of abuse and hurt. But she never allowed those to dominate her thoughts.
Then, with no warning, her father came and told her of his financial distress and the necessity to give her as a slave to his patron and creditor, Kalil. Almast was heartbroken and horrified. All her dreams seemed shattered. A slave? What fate could be worse, she thought?
And so she still thought as she stood, stripped naked, all her private feminine treasures exposed, presented to this stranger who would own her, use her, do with her whatever he wanted. He could treat her like a piece of dung.
After the introductions and her father's offering of her, the room fell deadly quiet. Only Kalil, as the patron could speak next.
As the silence dragged on, Almast could take the uncertainty no longer. Shyly she raised her eyes and looked to the man who would own her. As she did, he looked and their eyes met. In his eyes, she saw, in an instant, care, concern, and mastery. This man would dominate her and make her bend her will to his. This thought excited feelings she'd forgotten she had. A tingling raced across her skin and dampness formed in her loins.
Almast lowered her eyes, accepting her fate and her new master. Then she heard his words of acceptance, and her heart leapt for joy!
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