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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 4 2007, 05:02 AM (36 Views) | |
| Zessy D. | Jul 4 2007, 05:02 AM Post #1 |
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We open to the inside of a large room with the wall painted in a goldish tan color while other bright colors fly around the center of the room from scarves of female belly dancers. Many men and very few woman are in a circle around the dancers in awe of their dancing abilities. Floating futher back into the dance room we see a bar with many of the unique drinks that you could get from around the world and then again many that can only be found in Egypt. Leaving the bar we go to the door where our very own Zesboca Devani walks through the door wearing a tight white tank top and just as tight black leather pants that has a very zippers in random places. Her hair is pulled back into a neat pony-tail with the tail in curls floating across her back and some onto her shoulders. Her make-up is very Egyptian with the dark and thick eye liner around her eyes. Her lips have been painted a goldish color. Zesboca seems on a mission and dismisses any of the comment made by the men as she walks by. This is the club where she started her life. She grew up around here dancing for these men from the age of nine earning money for her family. Here is where she found her master and here is where she was going to end that relationship. Walking through a crowd she knew where he was.. Where he always sat to see her and the other ladies he owned. A man grabbed her ass passing by causing her to stop and get low into his face. "You really think you want to do that to me dear sir?" "Your a woman... You couldn't do anything to me." Zesboca hand insteadly goes to his neck grabbing it roughly. A few of the men around them stand up getting closer while the man under Zesboca's hand tries to breath for air. She sneers before letting him go making him tumble backwards. "I haven't come for you... I'm a woman but I have more strength in me than you do in that little finger of yours. I wouldn't try anything boys because you would end up worse than your buddy of yours." Zesboca walks to the wall of men stopping for a brief moment before pushing through with none of them trying anything. A lone figure stands up in the back of the room. Young women ranging in age from eight or nine to 20 surround his body. The younger girls leave his side seeking shetler of another man in the room. A smirk plays on the lips of the male as Zesboca makes almost a b-line for him. The women in the middle of the room stop their dancing and watch Zesboca. These woman had been her friends at one point in time. The last that they would want is for her to get hurt but they couldn't ruin what they had. "What a commotion you are causing Zesboca. If you really wanted to dance for us again you could have just asked." "You should know out of everyone that I have given up dancing Master." "Aw why is that Zesboca... You were great out there. You were making a name for yourself and even hitting up some of the top clubs." "Because I have made a live for myself. I have found my calling and dancing wasn't it. Like you aren't meant for me anymore Master." By this time Zesboca had gotten closer to the male that she calls master out clearly. The men around the club knew of her and it was true. She was becoming a name around Cairo for her dancing. Maybe there had been a chance for her to break away in the dancing. Zesboca shook her head and continued to get closer to him. Tonight it would end her past life. "Now Zesboca we could go into a private room and talk about this as peaceful adults." Zesboca smirked and knew as did rest of the people in the club knew... Knew it wouldn't be peaceful... Knew there would be damaged done to one or the other. Tonight it would not be Zesboca sitting in her corner crying like she had done before. "No I would nather show the rest of the world what you are like Master. Show the world your cruel side that those women see everyday. I want to show them that they can be better than you and your kind." The master laughes and moves away from his seat and those woman that surround him. A small group of them frown not wanting him to leave their side... They actually cared about his well being while most just looked scared of the whole situation. "There isn't a cruel bone in my body Zesboca. I do certain things to teach you ladies how to treat a man so when I do let you go.. You could properly take care of him and not make yourself look like fool. Aren't you exposing a bit much skin Zesboca." "Well I guess that is what the Americans do to you... They change you for the better. I don't have to lean on some male making him happy to make sure he doesn't hurt me. I don't have to worry about money to pay you back for supposely everything you have done for me." "Like I said Zesboca lets go back into a room and talk this over." "I said no!" Zesboca moves quicker already so much closer to the Master. The master slows down moving in front of a chair. As Zesboca comes closer she pushes him down on the chair and pushes him back till he is leaning against the wall. Her knee edges closer to the point between his legs while a knife during the whole time has been pulled out and against his neck. "Look here Master... After tonight you are no longer my Master... No longer the man that holds my life in your hands. You can't decide what I do with the rest of my life anymore. I'm a new being." The master even the one on the wrong end spits in her face and even pushes his neck against the knife making blood trail down his neck. An almost growl comes from his lips daring her to do the impossible well to him the impossible. "Do it Zesboca... Kill me in cold blood. Deep down you know I made you the sick being you are today.. Not that creep Graver. You only ran to him because he is a different me. He can't call you property but he can still own you in worse ways than I did Zesboca. I hit you, kicked you, and even made you cry tears for nights. But look at what he has done to you." With the dull side of the knife Zesboca hits the master across the face. Anger boiled up inside of her as he admitted to things that these people already knew. She used to dance with his bruises on her small body. "Don't speak about him as if you knew him Master. He is showing me the light... Showing that I can be something that you would never allow me to be or to go. You taught me to be the sick bitch I am today... You know you could be somewhat right... But after I came into this federation.. I tasted my own blood.. Felt it between my fingers and it wasn't my own. It was someone elses. That is what I want. I want to spill it.. I want to hurt people like I have been hurt." Zesboca pulls the knife back licking the blood off of the knife but careful enough not to slice her own tongue open. The master sits back grinning watching her every move. "Zesboca your free... You on your own now. You won't ever see me again unless you come runnign to me side begging me to take you back. And I won't.. I won't take your slutty ass back if I was paid all the world in the world. Because you won't be nothing in that federation.. You will lose like you always Zesboca. Your in a big kids world and it isn't ment for little dancing girls." Zesboca pulls out the knife again grabbing the blade and knocking the former master across the head with it. Blood pours from his wounds as Zesboca gets up. All the men in the club this time stand out of her way as her hand drips of blood from holding on to the blade in her hand. She slides it back into her back pocket and doesn't try to stop the blood. The scene fades out on the Zesboca exiting the club and going out into the hot Egyptian night. |
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