'So..how did you end up being a brothel girl' Amir asked to a still dumbfounded Lisa as they sat there on the bed in the darkness no candles lighted, she simply smiled and didn't give him an answer other than a light murmur.
'Oh, sorry since you aren't talking let me tell you my full story and how i came to find you..' he said. Amir was bought by a man named Gringo the first, he was a ruthless man of the underworld, who was also a child trafficker, he collected children from around the world and during weekends when the underground centre was filled with gamblers and sadists he made the children fight against each other sometimes they killed each other during the fight out of the fear of what might happen if they lose. Losing meant being hanged upside down in a cold cell, lashes given out to the losers everyday for three days, that was the main killer of the kids, every day was another child or two being taken away from this world, but somehow there were no shortage of kids. One day a man who looks just like Gringo showed up claiming to be Mr. Ginger by name, he told the children that he was Mr. Gringo's twin brother and took them away from that place into another fighting ground, but this one was much different, the kids were fed steady and wete assigned bunk beds to sleep in, a luxury they wre never given turns out the man; Mr.Ginger was looking for a champion amongst them, the kids went through rigorous training as they met a lot of individuals including witches who taught them how to hone thier inborn magic energy... Long story short Amir was declared champion after a fight with a dragon in the mountains and he also won the tournament in the coliseum too.
'Sounds you had a tough life' Lisa whispered, but she had to ask a pressing question that arrived in her mind just moments ago, while Amir was telling his story
'Did you say witches?' she asked intriguingly.
'Yes witches' Amir simply replied
'As in real witches?'
'Yes quite right, Incantation, magic whole thing'
'And what did these witches teach you and your colleagues?'
'Just ways of honing your inner magic, i for one discovered that i was Clairvoyant'
'These witches...what medium did they use to cast spells?'
'They used books'
'Ah' she said disappointingly, Lisa's magic wasn't a spell book kind of magic, she needed to tap into a higher source, something with a lot of magic power to be able to cast a customized spell of her liking, if she had a magic source, she has no need for Incantation; In Egypt, it was a never ending source, as literal higher beings still walked the earth and existed, she always drew power from Sekhmett the chaos deity but in England where there is deprivation of Spirituality....not so much. she got an idea; why don't she get a spell book and usurper it's magic for herself ? she quickly realised that there was one problem in this plan - where could she get one?.
'Seems like you have finally learnt English' Amir said interrupting her self reflection.
'Yes quite, i got a hang of it on my third year here, it's quite easy to speak the basis you know?' it was definitely not easy but because of Lisa's mystical abilities she could do this, normally if she had a magic reserve all she had to do was to grab the language and gain prowess through magic in an instant.
'Wow..you are amazing..i see you're doing well' he said as he looked around the room, inspecting it's corners.
'If you can call it that yes' she simply said. Just then Amir began to caress his crotch, Lisa's attention caught, she was instantly taken aback. What was the little boy of yesterday doing? Does he seriously want to court me? Several questions reeled through her mind. She giggled, stood up brought out the gold coins he had given her from her mini purse and tossed it back at him, it fell on his laps mildly hitting his bulge.
'No take it ' he said, as he picked it up and stretched his hands towards her gesturing her to take it off his hands.
'And i will take it that you're giving me this money out of the kindness of your heart?'
'Yeah that and also... I was hoping we could have a little bit of..you know' he said head bowed, he was shy.
'No I don't Amir' she said arms folded.
'Oh come on, what's wrong?!' he yelled, his head was now raised up as he was glaring at her.
'Amir..how old are you?
'I was 14 when you met me, i am 20 now'
'But you looked so little then'
'Not my fault, how old are you?'
'24' she answered
'You see? It's just a four year difference, is age the issue here?'
'No trust me i have had clients younger than you.. it's just...'
'I am not good looking?'
'No Amir, you grew up to become a very handsome man, all i can say is that our relationship took more of a siblings route in the beginning and it will be wrong to tarnish what we have'
'But, i didn't see it as that, i liked from the first day in that boat, please... give me a chance' he said, he was now quite desperate.
'i will call another girl, give me time to think ' she said simply as she turned towards the door, Amir groaned and slumped on the bed.
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