“Dance Sabrina dance!”
The deep, brusque tones snarled along the great hallway, resonating off the walls. He treated her like a toy, his plaything, chosen to be the Sheikh's thirteenth wife.
The Sheikh was a rich, brutal man, though, who treated womenfolk as slaves.
She held the ornate dagger tightly, as she twirled around in a brief, highly decorated costume.
As usual, the Sheikh lay, half cut on velvet cushions. Tonight, however, thirteen would be unlucky for him, and he would never order Sabrina to dance again.