Taken by Alexa Nichols

Author:Alexa Nichols
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-03-08T05:00:00+00:00

Since the eastern side of the hut was the forested side, there was little light until late in the morning, and Belle could not believe it when she was awakened. It still seemed the middle of the night, and she was certainly tired enough that it had to be! But already Adwaa was tending more little loaves of bread on the stone stove. She imagined that he had finished grinding the flour she had begun to grind the night before, yet it seemed inconceivable to her that he had arisen and done that and made the bread between the time he had fucked her last night and right now. Yet there he was. Perhaps these primitive creatures didn't sleep, was a brief, silly idea that flashed temporarily through her tired mind.

What she most wanted to do when she woke up was wash. The men let her go out by herself to find a suitable bush to use as a bathroom, but they would give her no water or place to wash.

"We wash you. We clean you for the spirits in the river," Maloo told her, leaving her puzzled. It wasn't clear to her whether they were going to wash her in the river or whether they were going to wash her to give to the spirits in the river. For a moment her heart froze, but then she remembered that there had been some talk about her being given back to her father with no marks on her, so apparently killing her was not in their plans. However, there had to be some price they were demanding in return for her life or the entire kidnapping made no sense whatsoever.

For a while, the men seemed to have lost interest in her physically. For one thing, they were very excited because Roko, usually out of grace and favor with everyone, had found an ostrich egg and breakfast would be sumptuous. Pawan, missing at first, came in with a skin of goat's milk, and then all stood around the big wooden bowl that Belle remembered from the night before and stirred and chanted and laughed as they beat the egg and some of the goat's milk and then poured it slowly on a hot flat stone over the fire, all roaring with laughter and helping with their wooden spoons to keep the egg mixture from running off the stone into the fire.

When it was time to eat, they brought her over naked to a mat at their table. They were so cool and indifferent toward her that she was not at all embarrassed to sit with them cross-legged, as one had to do with such a table. The little bread tasted much better with egg and goat's milk to go with it. Still, she was uncomfortable as she pictured herself sitting there, eating with her hands, unwashed, especially after such a night, and her long light brown hair awry and uncombed for want of anything to comb it with.

Finally, breakfast eaten, Maloo

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