Merit, Egyptian for beloved one, (http://20000-names.com/female_egyptian_names_04.htm) stood behind the man that entered the room, her ebony eyes marked on the floor and not moving as she hid.  She didn't want to be there, didn't like it, didn't think that it was right to be taken away from her husband.  The details were still foggy in her mind but she'd been captured and had sustained a minor head injury, and then had been gifted after being tortured by several Nhemotep's soldiers.  Dumped on his doorstep naked, she wore a simple shift that covered her slender waist, wide hips, and large, firm breasts.<br/><br/>She was short in stature, curvy with a round rump and thick, muscular thighs.  When a man looked at her body he could tell that she had never borne a child.<br/><br/>When the man approached she winced, flinching back from his question. She just knew that it was a trick.  Her honey colored skin broke out in visible gooseflesh and while she made no sound, the movement of her feet did.<br/><br/>Her long hair hung shining over her shoulders, grazing her rump as she stood still, it was thick and strong, and as dark as the midnight. She'd seen several of the women from her homeland with their heads shaved. Hers had been spared for she was a gift, not to be kept by Nhemotep's men.<br/><br/>[Link keeps messing up]