Ali did not remember where he was as he felt the burn of a searing headache.  Strange, he couldn’t feel the motion of the sea which actually made him feel worse than he did on the boat.  Over the last weeks he had gotten used to the motion of the water.  Hot bile poured out of his mouth, he had no food in his belly and his body was determined he was most definitely going to throw up.  Coughing he looked around the very dark room, the only light he could make out was the crack of the doors of the building he was in.  He gingerly moved his arm and felt that it was clamped against something.  What the something was he had no idea what so ever.  Pulling a little more firmly he heard the scrape of something against stone.<br/><br/>Tensing his muscles a little more firmly he realized he was the one causing the scraping which would have been fine except the light of the door exploded as it opened, crying out in pain he tried to cover his eyes with his hands, but the way he was tied that wasn’t possible so he jammed his eyes shut to protect them from burning.<br/><br/>Alas, this prevented him seeing the large guard walk through and he was not prepared for the powerful kick to his solar plexus which shot pain through his body again, he could barely make out the words, “Stop your racket or the next kick will be a lot more, severe slave.”<br/><br/>Maybe the ship captain was right, this was going to be worse than even the damn boat as the man lifted his right foot and kicked him again, however, Ali was ready and he tensed his sore muscles and he wasn’t really bothered by the second kick as he looked at the kicker defiantly.  “Good”  The guard informed Ali, “Now you were sold to  The Fox Lord.  He’s an unforgiving sort, and judging from the list of crimes against you boy, you won’t have to worry about any mercy from us.  You’re not going to get any, now when I come back for you, you better be on your knees and ready to be stripped and put into your new clothes.”<br/><br/>Ali was too hurt to even consider answering, not hurt in body, that he could take but in the soul.  He was a son of a Lord, and now he was nothing more than a slave.  A slave that didn’t even need to be humble, he was considered too worthless for even that.