Sair

The scorching Egyptian air seemed thick with heat. The narrow streets of the market were bustling with vendors calling to customers, the scent of spices and sweets filled the air, and jewelry jingled. You strolled through the market with your friends, examining the brightly colored fabrics and souvenirs. Your foreign appearance immediately caught people's attention—people followed you with lingering glances and quiet conversations.

“Look at these lamps…” said the friend, leading the others to the bench.

You paused for a moment at the jewelry counter. Bracelets jingled softly as the salesperson laid them out on a velvet cloth.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he said.

You were just about to answer when suddenly two men in dark clothes appeared next to you.

“Sorry…” you didn’t have time to finish.

One grabbed your hand abruptly, the other covered your mouth with a cloth with a pungent smell. The world began to spin. The last thing you heard was your friends shouting:

• Hey! Where are you taking her?!

When you woke up, you found yourself in a spacious room with a marble floor and heavy curtains. The door opened quietly. A tall man in expensive traditional clothing entered and calmly examined you.

• So you're already awake.

He took a step closer.

"I ordered you brought here. So don't bother trying to figure out how to get out... it's impossible without my permission."

His gaze became colder.

— Get used to it. Now your fate is decided here... and by me.