Angel Shibari

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- Ahlan ya gamil - I greet you beautiful.

The Eyes of the young woman who was sitting in the loneliness of a Turk bathroom turned in every direction to search for the source of the voice which pronounced those words, but only the glitter of thousands of gems embedded in white ivory pillars were before her eyes.

The room, was composed of dozens of pillars which ended in rich ottoman arc-structures with the word that designs "the name of the only god" craved on each of them along with geometrical golden details which represented the perfection of the creation, all of the pillars were aligned in concentric circles surrounding the lonely woman, creating the illusion of her being held prisoner of a light cascade which was born in the upper part of the dome which was crowning the structure.

She was going to be a offered to the Califa Almanzor in a few days, and for that, the vizier ordered all his entourage to treat the future concubine with the most delicious cares. She had been bathing in water poured with the essence of one thousand roses, the sweetest perfumes were brought to her from every corner of Persia, and to cover her skin the most exquisite silk was brought from the eastern kingdoms, she had to become perfection because of the nature of the gift.

At last, the gaze of the girl found a human figure next to one of the pillars at her back, without recognizing the person, she politely granted her visitor.

- As salam aleykum - The peace be with you.

- Aleikum as salama - and the peace be with you, replied the figure -

suddelny, the woman took consciousness of her naked body and the lust of the man who was looking at her, she covered herself in shame because she knew she was prohibited for the eyes of every man but for the Calif.

- Please left me alone - said the woman in a sad voice - I am no longer for the men as I whished to be in the past, in five days I will be granted as a tribute to the most powerful man in this land, and no one must see me like this, I beg you please to leave me in my thoughts and never come back -.

- Delicate creature, fear not the anger of the men, because no man is looking at your nude skin, as you are at the presence of an Ifrit, and I will not let any man posses you, for you already belong to me without knowing it - .

The woman looked at the human figure in detail, and she noticed, after whose words, that the man as not standing on his feet but on a cloud of blue steam, then, the demon floated towards her with the speed of a blink and then he sentenced:

- Oh beautiful creature, oh gamil, the most beautiful between the beautiful, the most precious of the women, the sweetest water in the river, because you know that your eyes could blunt the most sharpened blade, and your voice could break the hardest shield, I want you to know that "the one and only god" sent me to free you from your destiny, and to take you for myself because you cannot be destined to end as a mere concubine -.

The woman lowered her face and turned away her eyes from the Ifrit who was still looking at her eyes.

- Oh terrible Ifrit, master and destructor of time and human life, since I have heard of your kin I know of the terrible power you have, I cannot oppose at your will, but if you want to take me for you, please let me speak my story hoping that your mercy could be greater than your fury.

The woman raised from the floor and then she continued speaking.

-My land is the poorest of the poorest, and my people prays all day and night to the glory and the mercy of "the one and only god", and after a life of misery, our prayers had elevated to the heavens, and in an act of extreme love, I have been chosen to be one of the gems which adorn the harems of the great Calif Almanzor, and I can not deny my destiny, because it will be the demise of my people.

The Ifrit looked with horror the woman for a last time, and before punishing the woman for her ungratefulness he talked her one last time.

- Oh gamil, as you have chosen your destiny, you have denied the greatness which would be yours, and if your wish is to be the a gem to adorn the harem of the Calif Almanzor, you will be turned in the fairest of the gems in all the world -.

The Ifrit moved his hands upon his lips, and he blew three times, and as the breath of the Ifrit turned to the most fierce of the sandstorms, the body of the woman started to turn into a crystal, the blue cloud that was covering the Ifrit's lower part began to fade and after it disappeared so the ifrit did, and only a sculpture made of gemstones was left from the creature standing in the room, now the light which was imprisoning her was refracted to every corner of the bath, and her destiny as the most precious of the gems in the Harem of the great Calif Almazor could be finally fulfilled.


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Steven you have the power of an Ifrt which turns with your hands a humble girl into a wall of colorfull gemstones, and your gallery is a vault in which all of them are stored.