<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's cabin door<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas<br/></div><br/>“Dirty, godless,<em>bala'a il a'air … inta shaz, sharmuta</em>!” Arouj sputtered, falling into his native tongue as the naked whore flaunted in front of him. If he ruined the boy, how much would it anger the Frenchman? He had seemed more concerned with preventing trespass into the captain's cabin than in the slut's well-being. Still, it would surely disrupt his night's enjoyment. That was a start towards making the man pay for such insult to his honor.<br/><br/>“Step out, then,” the dark pirate said thickly. A line of sweat trickled down his cheek and he raked his fingers back through tangled hair. Arouj fairly towered over the pale boy, another shining little treasure he would've been glad to collect under different circumstances. Right now he desperately wanted to spoil it. Every muscle taunt, he forced himself to lean against the outside edge of the door frame.<br/><br/>The boy actually came closer, quite close to the doorway. Arouj could smell him, hot with the stink of arousal and drying cum. There was a smear of red on the whore's chest that said the Frenchman liked to toy harshly with his playthings.<br/><br/>“He hurt you. Did you like that?” Arouj's eyes glittered in the dark. “This is why I don't pay for white whores. They are already so broken they cannot remember how to scream.” He reached out towards the boy's face and stopped, his fingertips inches away from those full, wet lips. “I will not kill you,<em>sharmuta</em>. Not until you beg for it.”<br/>