The Accidental Slave (Aya's story Part 1) Read Online Free PDF

good idea why Tara was
suddenly so silent.
    Aya rolled her eyes. Why can’t they do that
in his tent?
    The soundtrack of a live porn performance inside
the tent made Aya’s thoughts go back to the guy from the
marketplace. She remembered his masculine fragrance and his calming
voice, but most of all his amber brown eyes connecting to hers so
electrifyingly. How many men had she met in her life? Thousands if
not tens of thousands, and yet this type of reaction was a
first-time experience for her. She had read about it in books and
seen it portrayed in films, but she never believed it was possible
in reality and had always sworn she needed to know a man well
before she could be intimate with him.
    But her reaction to this guy was purely
physical. She didn’t know his name, his age, his preferences, his
beliefs, or anything else. Her attraction to him was raw and
animalistic, and she felt grateful she would never see him again. A
desire so primal was surely dangerous.
    From what she could hear from the tent, Aston
had given up resisting Tara and was instead ordering her into
different positions, something that Tara had revealed he liked to
do. Another piece of information from Tara suddenly annoyed Aya
when she remembered Tara bragging that Aston could go on all
night.
    It was late, Aya was tired, and she wanted to go
to bed and sleep. She considered going to Aston’s tent and crashing
in his bed, leaving the tent to him and Tara; and she considered
sneaking in and hoping they would be so captivated in their
lovemaking that they wouldn’t realize she was there, but eventually
she heard what sounded like a climax and five minutes later she
politely called: “Are you done now, can I go to bed?”
    She heard giggling from Tara, and Aston’s deep
voice called her in.
    Tara looked happy again and Aston had that glow
of sex around him.
    “Sorry for keeping you out of bed,” Aston
apologized. “But to be fair, we did offer you to join us.”
    Tara giggled again but Aya ignored them both and
snuggled into her bed. She just wanted to sleep and maybe dream of
amber brown eyes.
     

    Two weeks later, on the morning of Tara’s
departure, the love circus was on an all-time high. Tara wanted
Aston to commit to her and he simply wouldn’t. Tara tried pleading,
crying, and throwing a major tantrum but Aston remained grounded in
his decision that this was it.
    “I’m not making any promises I don’t intend to
keep,” he said honestly, and it made Aya respect him and Tara hate
him.
    Tara made a dramatic exit and refused to let
Aston drive her to the airport. He seemed more relieved than
disappointed about it.
    “Are you going to miss her?” Aya asked him.
    Aston shrugged. He was not prepared to discuss
his feelings with her and she didn’t want to pry.
    Aya went to the infirmary and worked. She had
been in the camp two and half months and things were becoming
routine now. Every day new patients came in, but she knew her
colleagues, she knew where to find the tools she needed, and she
knew enough Spiri to communicate with her patients. Like in a
normal practice the patients had all sorts of problems; today she
helped operate on a young boy with appendicitis and she took out
stitches from a patient that had been operated on ten days before.
A father brought in his daughter who had severe bellyaches, and
even though Aya had only been in the camp for a few months she knew
that body aches were a common symptom of the immense emotional pain
these people carried. Aya examined the girl and went over all her
symptoms when a suspicion hit her.
    “How old are you, sweetheart?” she asked the
girl, who had large timid eyes.
    “Thirteen,” she answered in a small voice.
    “Did you get your bleedings yet?” Aya asked her
but the girl didn’t understand what she referred to so, Aya
repeated to the father.
    “No, not yet,” the father explained.
    Aya called for the doctor, who came over, and
the expression on Aya’s face and a few