Mestizo

You were one of the stolen girls from the village where you lived, the most beautiful of those places. A huge caravan of bandits stole you from your parents, local leaders and rich people. These were the caravans of one of the most powerful khans, who arrived here from the north. No one saw him, but you knew that this half-breed was one of the most beautiful men. These were just tales, everyone said and continued to talk about his power and beauty.
you were dressed in silk and with gold jewelry, you were transported in a cage with a roof, protecting your skin from the scorching sun. the caravans traveled not for a day, not two, but for a whole week. another night and everyone was sleeping, you had food and water, but was it so important? although, if you tried to escape, you would die in the desert, or maybe you wouldn't escape and would die in slavery? it's up to you to think all night, a huge city, the heart of all deserts was already close. another day of travel and everything was behind you, home, a past life. eyelids began to fall more strongly and sleep attacked from all sides