Sold! A Romance In The Sudan

Sold!

A Romance in The Sudan

By

Storm Chase

Text Copyright @ 2012 Storm Chase

All rights reserved

Smashwords Edition

ISBN: 9781301079117

Cover by Drew

Final editing by Julie Peate

With thanks to my brother Ian who is always
ready to read "My Art",

and to Julie for her awesome proofreading and
generous criticism.

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Chapter One Abduction

Chapter Two Auction

Chapter Three Transition

Chapter Four Fever

Chapter Five Seduction

Chapter Six Heaven

Chapter Seven Cross-purposes

Chapter Eight Trouble

Chapter Nine Hell

Chapter Ten Surrender

Azure skies, gently ripping water and a deliciously
warm sun. It should have been perfection but Lilly was blind with
misery.

“Want a guide, Miss?” A young black boy
smiled broadly at her. “My uncle is a priest at the Temple of
Kalabsha. I can give you a special tour.”

“Thank you, no,” Lilly smiled
automatically.

“Want to take a cruise? See the crocodiles?
Catch Nile perch? My other uncle has the best boat on Lake Nasser.
I can arrange something special for you!”

“No thanks!”

“Handicrafts? My aunt has a wonderful
shop.”

Irritated by the tough sell, Lilly frowned
and turned away without answering. She knew the boy was just trying
to make a living. Her instinct was to give him some money but a
nasty experience at Luxor where she’d almost been trampled by a
horde of beggars demanding money had taught her to stifle any
generous instinct.

Egypt was nothing like she had imagined.
Lilly had marvelled at the pyramids at Giza and gawked at the Great
Temple at Abu Simbel before becoming rapidly confused by the dozens
of statues, tombs and temples, all of which were Treasures of the
Ancient World.

She didn’t want to admit it but she was fed
up with culture. Lilly no longer gave a toss about erections
extolling the virtues of Mekhu, Sabni, Sarenput, Harkhuf, Hekaib or
some other ancient king.

Erection. That is the real problem
,
Lilly’s secret self whispered slyly.
If Ashton had been with
you, it would have been different.

Ashton. Wonderful, tall, handsome Ashton.
Ashton, who should have been here with her. Ashton, who should have
been her husband.

But he didn’t want you, did he?

Lilly winced as inner voice reminded her of
the scathing truth.

Her father had pounded it into her over the
years that she should always show a smiling face. Turning the other
cheek had been his favourite mantra. Lilly could govern her outer
self perfectly but her inner self refused to be repressed.

Like it or not, the Lilly on the inside was
right. Ashton had made it perfectly clear in the most publicly
humiliating way that he didn’t want her.

Just thinking about Ashton made her stomach
churn. Either that or it was the chicken rice she’d had for lunch.
It had seemed OK at first but she’d realised halfway through the
meal that those little dark crunchy things hadn’t been raisins but
pieces of a large dead cockroach.

Just thinking about it made her nauseous.
Surely she would be sick again? She’d thrown up twice already.
There just couldn’t be anything left in her stomach. Or could
there?

Feeling dizzy and sick, Lilly spotted a large
rock lying a few meters off the path. She made her way to it but
the moment she sat down, she felt sweat drench her body. Her
stomach knotted ominously.

“Oh God! Please not here and not now,” Lilly
moaned. She’d had the runs in Cairo as well as Luxor. These
episodes had turned her into an unwilling expert in diarrhoea.

Looking through the trees she realised she’d
wandered farther than she had meant to. She couldn’t see the hotel
anymore. Worse, the sun was beginning to set. It would be dark
soon. She had to get back.

As her stomach knotted, Lilly groaned. She
pushed herself away from the rock. She had to get back to the
hotel. If she ran, she might make it. Her stomach muscles clenched.
Maybe it would be better to find a bush - just in case.

Groaning, Lilly stumbled along the path,
totally heedless to the fact that she was heading in the wrong
direction. The path ended suddenly. Bewildered, Lilly looked
around. She was standing at the curve of the lake. In the distance
she spotted the gleaming white walls of her hotel.

“Oh... SUGAR!” The second she said it, she
felt stupid. “Grow up, Lilly!” she whispered fiercely. “Not sugar.
Shit. This is definitely a time where you can swear.” Anyway, it
wasn’t like anyone could hear her. The lakeside was deserted.

She estimated the hotel to be two or three
kilometres away. In her state, it would take her the best part of
an hour to make it back and the sun was setting rapidly. She was
certainly in a mess. Another vicious cramp made her squeal and bend
over her stomach protectively. She vaguely noticed that she’d
dropped her handbag but was too weak to pick it up.

Another cramp brought her to her knees. “Oh
shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” The swearing helped. Breathing carefully,
Lilly waited for the cramp to pass. When it did, she would force
herself up and run to the hotel.

Lilly breathed, willing the cramps to go
away. Gradually she felt calmer. As her muscles relaxed, she became
aware of the gentle lapping of water, of singing in the distance
and of the insects buzzing about.

The lapping of the water was particularly
soothing. Feeling better, Lilly relaxed a little and looked up. Two
meters in front of her, lying half out of the water, his tail
gently setting the water rippling, was the most enormous Nile
crocodile she had ever seen.

Lilly froze. Somewhere in the back of her
mind she heard her inner self say, “See what happens when you sin?
You said
shit
and now you’re in it.”

As if it heard her inner bitch, the crocodile
raised its head. It looked Lilly straight in the eye, opened its
mouth and coughed.

Lilly was off like the bullet from a starting
gun. She scrambled backwards, somersaulted and ran pell-mell along
the shore of the lake.

She had never been much good at school sports
but this time she could have outrun Usain Bolt.

Frantic for help, she spotted a boat lying on
the shore. She made for it, convinced that if she slacked for a
moment or looked behind her, the beast would get her.

As she raced for the boat, she could see two
men. They were fishing. Lilly threw herself into the boat causing
both of them to yell in fright.

“Croc... crocodile,” Lilly gasped. The sweat
ran into her eyes. She couldn’t see. But she could hear the men’s
gasps of surprise. An exchange of words she didn’t understand,
followed by the roar of an engine. To her relief the boat began to
move rapidly.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” Lilly gasped.
“I was so afraid. I thought it was going to get me.”

Lilly sat up cautiously and looked around
her. The two fishermen were grinning at her. They were Nubians,
both with the same beautiful bone structure as the ancient statues
dotted all around Abu Simbel.

As they grinned and looked her over, there
was something about their smiles that struck Lilly as wrong. She
smiled tentatively, “Could I possibly ask you for a lift back to
the hotel?”

From their looks they didn’t understand a
word she was saying. Looking over her shoulder, Lilly saw her hotel
vanish in the distance. Fighting down a rising feeling of panic,
she pointed urgently behind her.

“That is my hotel! Can we go there? To the
hotel?” The men grinned at her but they didn’t change course. Lilly
pointed again. The sun was setting rapidly, making it hard to
see.

When she turned back to the men, she was
surprised to see that one of them had picked up a rifle. Before she
could think or move, he swung the weapon at her. She felt it knock
the middle of her chin. It felt like a tiny knock but as it
connected, she felt herself black out.

Her last thought, as she faded away, was that
her stomach wasn’t bothering her anymore. It wasn’t as big a relief
as it might have been.

Hafiq decided that if anywhere could be
nominated the armpit of Africa, it was Atbara.

His two-day trip had turned into a week. He
was bored, wearing his last clean shirt and completely out of
bottled water. That morning he’d hesitated before brushing his
teeth with Coke but the brownish trickle from the tap convinced him
that tooth decay was preferable to risking the water.

“Boss!” Ali, his local contact, was standing
on the pavement, grinning up at him. “The shipment has arrived. You
ready?”

Finally! Hafiq looked at his watch. His case
was packed and the bill paid. If he could wrap up the deal in the
next hour, he could catch the midday express back to Port
Sudan.

Ali was smiling happily. He knew Hafiq was
edgy after a five-day wait. With a bit of luck, he would be so keen
to get back to his home on the coast that, he would not be
over-zealous about bargaining.

As they walked smartly along the road to the
big warehouse at the edge of the town, Ali pondered that while
money was short, time was free. If he played his cards right, he
might be able to push for a 10% increase in price.

They skirted the market, dodging cattle and
carts loaded with vegetables. An unusually large crowd was
gathering around a low wooden platform. Loud cheers and raucous
whistles made Hafiq pause. For a moment he didn’t believe his
eyes.

It was a girl. She was wearing the remains of
a ragged T-shirt and not much else. A pair of ripped Bermudas lay
at her feet. Although she was covered with mud and dust, Hafiq
could see patches of pink and white skin. Two men were holding her
up; showing her to the crowd that had gathered.

Without thinking, Hafiq pushed his case into
Ali’s hands and joined the crowd. Pushing his way through to the
front, he took a good look at her. She was definitely white. And
angry.

“Get the fuck off me!”

And English by the sound of her accent.

The auctioneer was trying to cut the t-shirt
away with a knife while avoiding being kicked.

She was a brave girl, Hafiq noted. While the
auctioneer hacked at her clothes, another man held on to a chain
linked to a metal collar round her neck with one hand and to a rope
halter that bound her elbows high and tight behind her back with
the other. It must have hurt but she lashed out anyway.

Hafiq was overwhelmed by a wave of lust. He
had sent Ngam packing three months ago. Beautiful, submissive,
eager to please and very, very boring Ngam. In contrast, this girl
oozed passion. Hafiq was certain she’d never be dull. He felt a
powerful urge to possess her.

The knife finally did its work. The t-shirt
ripped away, revealing perfect round breasts. Swearing furiously,
the girl took her attention off the auctioneer and kicked backwards
at his partner. She might as well have kicked an elephant for all
the harm it did. Grinning, he lifted her up until she stood on her
tiptoes, preventing her from kicking. The auctioneer took a
cautionary step sideways but loudly continued to proclaim her
charms.

“Untouched! A virgin! A bargain for any
discerning buyer!” He spoke Arabic, the common language of commerce
but his accent spoke clearly of his Nubian home in the north.