Halim: Captive of the Sheikh
6 hrs. 18 min.
Language
Russian
Author
Anastasia Sherr
Author
Anastasia Sherr
Narrator
Christina Fillatova
Narrator
Christina Fillatova
With an sharp blade pressed into the skin of my neck, he looked down at me. “I am Halim el Hamad. I am law and power. This is my city. This is my country. And you are mine.”
“I'm not an object!” I hiss, though kneeling doesn’t make it easy to show my resolve. “You are an object. My object,” he snarls, tightens the blade a little more—and down my neck, right into the valley between my breasts, the first drop of my blood slides.
“My Russian sharmuta. Your life depends on me. Remember my words, Райхана. Only I decide whether you will be happy—or fall into hell,” he says calmly, articulating each word clearly and sharply.
And I jerk my head viciously, trying to get rid of his hand that grips my hair at the back of my head.
“Irina! My name is Irina!” I cry, choking on tears. I still couldn’t hold it in—I started to cry.
“Forget that name. Now you are Райхана. Irina is gone. They cut her throat in some brothel.”
TEXT CONTAINS SCENES OF VIOLENCE! It includes obscene profanity.
“I'm not an object!” I hiss, though kneeling doesn’t make it easy to show my resolve. “You are an object. My object,” he snarls, tightens the blade a little more—and down my neck, right into the valley between my breasts, the first drop of my blood slides.
“My Russian sharmuta. Your life depends on me. Remember my words, Райхана. Only I decide whether you will be happy—or fall into hell,” he says calmly, articulating each word clearly and sharply.
And I jerk my head viciously, trying to get rid of his hand that grips my hair at the back of my head.
“Irina! My name is Irina!” I cry, choking on tears. I still couldn’t hold it in—I started to cry.
“Forget that name. Now you are Райхана. Irina is gone. They cut her throat in some brothel.”
TEXT CONTAINS SCENES OF VIOLENCE! It includes obscene profanity.
