Shahzara
SHAHZARA ? by: Sissy Maid Sapphire My first memory was being awoken cold, hungry, naked and filthy by an absolute horror of a man whose face I knew all too well. Scarred and pockmarked, his face leered at me and hatred filled his eyes. He towered over me and roughly grabbed at the collar around my neck and hauled me to my feet. As I stood I felt incredible pain shooting through my entire body. I then remembered that I was prisoner of Sultan Haroun, in his dungeon. I saw the damp...