“Help me! Please!” Sophie begged, “I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what happened. Police, where are the police?”
“Nanta?” The frail woman said in a language Sophie had never heard.
“Please, you must understand some English! I need help. Where am I?”
“Aiukli fichik.” The woman said laying her hand on her chest.
“I don’t understand.”
The woman laid her hand on her chest and repeated herself before laying her hand on Sophie’s chest.
“Your name, is that what you mean? My name is Sophie.” She laid her hand on her chest “Sophie.”
“Sophie.” The woman nodded in understanding and waved her hand for Sophie to follow her.
The two of them walked through rows of houses. Most of them poorly made out of straw, wood, and clay. They continued walking until they ended up in front of a building much like the one she had run from.
“Alikchi!” The woman called out.
The wooden door swung open and a man stepped out. His complexion was dark. He looked as if he was always in the sun. His hair was a dark blonde and he looked like he hadn’t shaved in days, yet some how, he was gorgeous. Sophie’s heart seemed to go just a bit faster and her breath seemed to catch.
“Yakoke, Aiukli fichik.” The man said nodding his head. If it was even possible he had the voice of an angel. It crept low into her and made her burn.
“Do you speak English?” Sophie asked him trying to hide her attraction.
“Yes, I do. It is my native language. How are you feeling?”
“Fine. I’m fine. Please you must help me get home.”
He chuckled, “Not much I can do to help you there. There won’t be another shipment brought in for a month at least and we have no communication out here.”
He raised his hand to her head and pushed her hair back. A shiver raced up Sophie’s spine. Chill bumps began to pop out all over her skin.
“What- what do you mean?” Sophie said trying to concentrate, “What are you doing?” She pulled back before she could lose control. If felt so good to have him touch her, and...