Ghali's Story
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
13,353
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ghali's Story
Welcome to Ghali's Story; I wrote this because I absolutely love the premise of Ghali's capture, and Al-Aera is secretly one of my favorite men. This piece, however, should be shorter, like Cadet Murphy, and is just a companion story to the one set of characters in August. Hope you enjoy it.
- Kabi
It became abundantly clear to Ghali very early on what exactly he had been kidnapped for. First of all, the men called him by name, which meant that his abduction hadn't been random. They knew who he was, which meant that they knew he had changed. Which meant they knew Henrik. They had seen his bloodstone, too, and made some fuss over that, and Ghali also knew what that meant. He wondered briefly if it would have been better for them not to know, but decided that it had raised his value to such heights as would keep him alive. Mahir had given that to him, on the first day that he'd been awake and undrugged, and told him it was tradition. Shrewdly, Ghali surmised that it had actually been for protection; Mahir had worried about a situation exactly like this.
The two men who had guarded him on the jeep ride were gone now, replaced with two larger, steely ones who spoke less but dragged him more. They had unloaded him at a campsite somewhere very far south of the township, he estimated, and marched him out of the van and into a tent, where he had been instructed to stay, under penalty of death, to wait for his new master.
They brought him tea, and Ghali drank, gratefully - when his head began to spin, he realized it had been drugged. At least he hoped he'd been drugged, and not poisoned. But wouldn't a poison be painful? Not a senseless, floaty feeling like being inside of a squishy cloud that made his eyes heavy? Regardless, Ghali fought the effects and kept his eyes open just long enough to see a man come into the tent with a doctor's kit.
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- Kabi
It became abundantly clear to Ghali very early on what exactly he had been kidnapped for. First of all, the men called him by name, which meant that his abduction hadn't been random. They knew who he was, which meant that they knew he had changed. Which meant they knew Henrik. They had seen his bloodstone, too, and made some fuss over that, and Ghali also knew what that meant. He wondered briefly if it would have been better for them not to know, but decided that it had raised his value to such heights as would keep him alive. Mahir had given that to him, on the first day that he'd been awake and undrugged, and told him it was tradition. Shrewdly, Ghali surmised that it had actually been for protection; Mahir had worried about a situation exactly like this.
The two men who had guarded him on the jeep ride were gone now, replaced with two larger, steely ones who spoke less but dragged him more. They had unloaded him at a campsite somewhere very far south of the township, he estimated, and marched him out of the van and into a tent, where he had been instructed to stay, under penalty of death, to wait for his new master.
They brought him tea, and Ghali drank, gratefully - when his head began to spin, he realized it had been drugged. At least he hoped he'd been drugged, and not poisoned. But wouldn't a poison be painful? Not a senseless, floaty feeling like being inside of a squishy cloud that made his eyes heavy? Regardless, Ghali fought the effects and kept his eyes open just long enough to see a man come into the tent with a doctor's kit.
~:~