"Escape by Arabian Nightfall"
Chapter 2:
The next day, Pacifica sneaked out of the mansion and began exploring the nearby town. Her stomach growled. She had not eaten in over a day. The blonde began looking around, until she located a local fruit stand. Pacifica walked over to it.
" Excuse me," Pacifica uttered to the vender. " How much for a banana?"
" One Afghan Afghani, Hamshira," the vender replied as he prepared a sample plate.
Pacifica fished some money out of her pocket and gave the vender one Afghan Afghani. The vender took the money and gave her a banana.
" Enjoy," the vender chimed then turned back to his sample plate. " Oh, don't let the Afghan Hounds catch you without a man. They don't take too kindly to women who break tradition."
" The Afghan Hounds," Pacifica raised an eyebrow as she started peeling the banana open.
" Yes, they moved here about a month ago," the vender explained, shining an apple on his shirt before admiring it. " Been creating a lot of ruckus ever since Isis was thwarted. Be careful, Hamshira."
" Will do," Pacifica stated then continued walking down the street, taking in more sites.
The old buildings resembled giant sandcastles, only much more stable. In the buildings were a variety of shops, ranging from baked goods to fashion. Pacifica, missing her old clothes, walked into one of the fashion boutiques and looked around. All the clothes there looked like outfits her commoner friends in Gravity Falls would wear, or they were completely outdated. She sighed, left the fashion boutique, and headed further into town, taking a look at the modernized residential areas. Eventually, she got tired and decided to head back to the mansion. When she came home, she heard screaming coming from behind the door.
" You call this lunch," a man yelled, spitefully. " This is dog food. Make me another plate."
Suddenly, there was the sound of glass breaking against a wall.
" Sorry," a woman whimpered, sniffling.
It was Mr. and Mrs. Hosseini. Pacifica decided to take the back way in. Eventually, she reached her bedroom, where Raja was waiting for her. He was sitting on her bed with his arms folded.
" Where have you been," he asked impatiently. " You were supposed to be making lunch with Mammy."
" I stepped outside for some fresh air," Pacifica retorted, setting her purse down on the dresser. " Checked out the town while I was at it. Guess I'll have to do my shopping elsewhere."
" You went into town alone," Raja widened his eyes. " You could've been killed by the Afghan Hounds."
" Yeah, I heard about them from a local vender," Pacifica stated, pulling off her burqa. " I think I can handle them. After all, I helped my friends battle an intergalactic space demon back at home."
" You Americans do the weirdest things," Raja commented. " Anyway, where's my lunch? I'm starving."
" Oh, I don't do any cooking of any kind," Pacifica said with a wave of her hand. " That's the hired chef's job."
" Well, it is high time you start learning how, because you are a chef now," Raja demanded then grabbed her hand. " Follow me."
Raja led Pacifica into a large, opened kitchen with an island in the middle. At one of the counters stood Mrs. Hosseini. She was chopping up vegetables and putting them into a bowl.
" Mammy, could you show my wife how to cook," Raja requested. " She doesn't know how to."
" Sure," Mrs. Hosseini sniffled, pausing her work.
" You okay, Mrs. Hosseini," Pacifica tilted her head, worried.
" Oh, it's just the onions," Mrs. Hosseini fake laughed. " They always sting my eyes."
Pacifica glanced at the vegetables she was chopping up. There were no onions nearby.
" What are you making," she asked.
" Falafel," Mrs. Hosseini uttered then continued prepping. " Family recipe. Far too advanced for a beginner. I'll start you off with rice and chicken."
" Rice and chicken," Pacifica raised an eyebrow. " I thought we were in Afghanistan, not China."
Mrs. Hosseini laughed at her.
" You Americans and your jokes," Mrs. Hosseini chimed then walked over to the fridge.
She pulled out a couple of slabs of chicken and a bag of rice. Next, she walked over to the spice cabinet and pulled out some seasonings. She sat them down on the counter and began teaching Pacifica what she needed to know. Pacifica followed her instructions, served Raja then made a plate for herself.
" Not bad for your first try," Raja uttered, after swallowing the first bite. " A tad overcooked, but it's good."
" Thanks," Pacifica chimed then began eating what was on her plate.
After lunch was over, the family gathered in the living room for their afternoon prayer. Pacifica had no idea what anybody was saying. She knew a few foreign languages, but Arabic was not one of them. Once they were done with their afternoon prayer, Pacifica went to look up the local women's colleges. There were only five to choose from. Only one had fashion design courses and it was 50 miles away from where they lived. She checked to see if they offered online courses. The blonde groaned when she found out they were all in-person, meaning she would have a long drive to school and back. Pacifica sighed then began filling out the online application.
" Better than nothing," she mumbled, defeated.
Soon, it was bedtime. Pacifica was just about to nod off when she heard her bedroom door creak open. She sat up, wide eyed. Her husband was standing in the doorway. He grinned, blushing.
" Sorry," Raja apologized. " I didn't mean to frighten you."
" Raja, what are you doing in here," Pacifica asked, calming down.
" I was wondering," Raja started, closing the door behind him. " How many kids do you want?"
" None," Pacifica scoffed, rolling her eyes. " I'm terrible with children. Now, go back to bed."
She lied back down, throwing the covers over her head. Raja tugged the covers off of her.
"Hey," she snapped, glaring at him.
" Well, here in Afghanistan, you are to have as many children as you can," Raja stated. " I say we should get started on that now, shall we?"
" Um, no thanks," Pacifica retorted, hopping off the bed and pressing her back against the door. " I'd rather wait a few more years before we do any of that married couple stuff. After all, where I'm from, I'm considered underage. Also, I'd like to finish my schooling first."
" Alright, I will respect your wishes to wait," Raja surrendered then began leaving the room.
His posture was stiff. She walked back over to her bed, not taking her eyes off of him. Pacifica sat down on her bed and folded her arms. Raja, instead of leaving, locked the door. Suddenly, he turned around and charged at Pacifica, pinning her to the mattress. Pacifica screamed as he landed on top of her. He tore off her clothes then pulled down his pants. Next, he shoved his penis into her vagina and began thrusting his hips. Pacifica tried to call for help, but her pleas were blocked out by Raja's tongue going down her throat. She reached up to smack him, but he restrained both of her wrists and nibbled on her nipples. He began thrusting harder and faster, causing Pacifica to scream even more. Eventually, Raja climaxed, filling her vagina with semen. Once he was done, he got off of her and left the room, leaving a dazed and confused naked Pacifica.