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Before finishing your sentence, you vigorously throw your knife in the rat's face. A surprise attack, to give you an advantage against their numbers. By chance, the tip of the blade enters into his eye, and a fountain of blood springs out of it.
<span class="mu-b">"...is da fear of Allah you carry inside you."</span>
His scrawny body falls on the floor. You pull your weapon out, and wipe off the blood on your abaya, so that the blade can kill again. The white cloth is now tainted in red. You will never wash it, to let your future enemies know about your prowess.
<span class="mu-g">"Satan! The chief is dead! He's killed the chief!"</span>
You jump in the air, holding your weapon firmly, and with one powerful swing, slash the throats of two other ratmen. Today, you feel exalted, protected by Allah, and this has made you invincible. The remaining enemies are holding their weapon defensively, and seem hesitant.
<span class="mu-b">"Surrender, an' convert to da Izlam or die."</span>
The creatures glance at each other, and then let their weapons fall on the floor.
<span class="mu-g">"We surrender,"</span> one of them says, with a distinctive female voice.
A female! Unmistakingly, this is one is beautiful female! For an instant, you think of defiling her, but then, you remember the ayats you've read. A Muslim man cannot defile a woman until she's been held captive in his dungeon.
<span class="mu-b">"Get nakid. Me want to see da goods."</span>
The ratfolk comply. The strongest one of them, the one who spoke, is named Vesse, and the other two are Mipet and Whiska. After carefully examining their body with the light of your cellphone, you determine that the three of them are indeed female. Their private parts have a strong sewer smell, much different from the musky scent of humans. In short, they smell exactly like you, which is a positive point.
You order them to leave their clothes on the floor. The humiliating experience of being naked in front of a strange man will teach them their new status as slaves of the mosque. In the future, they will live many more humiliations, as the purpose of a slave is to make their master feel powerful.
<span class="mu-b">"Me is lookin' for a room wiz a dungeon."</span>
<span class="mu-g">"A dungeon?"</span> Vesse asks.
You get annoyed by her question. She doesn't seem very bright. <span class="mu-b">"A room wiz a fuckin' strong door!</span>
<span class="mu-g">"Squeak. I know of a location that might satisfy you, sir."</span>
She leads you and the other females through a labyrinth of tunnels. One turn left, one turn right. Soon, you lose sense of direction, and do not remember the path you came from. You don't say anything, to not let your slaves know about this weakness.
After several minutes of walking, you arrive in an area that looks like an abandoned subterranean station, with rusted large vents and an electrical panel. Empty boxes and plastic bottles are lying on the ground, showing that humans have been present in the last decades.
