1 Aladdin

Having sand fill your nostrils wasn't something Kamaria wanted to wake up to. Snorting the sand out of her nose made her uncomfortable as she could feel small grains stick inside her nose. She stretched her body from discomfort. Limbs sore from activities she could not remember.

Confused her small almond eyes flickered open. Tiredly she focused her eyes on the bright sight of orange sand walls and steel bars. Naturally having just woken up she blinked her eyes tiredly in hope the sight would disappear.

The bright colored walls were a nice sight compared to her normal dark gloomy room. It wasn't dark because she was poor, but because cleaning wasn't the easiest thing in the world for this Virgo girl.

She couldn't help like seeing the ancient thick walls and steel bars. Even the sand in her nose she liked. Ironically it felt calming being on the ground in a dream like world. Kamaria allowed herself to think about about all the spiritual journeys she had dreamt and longed for. Feeling a tired from...from what? This was a different tired than she was used to. Kamaria turned around and closed her eyes. Calming her disoriented senses by chanting a prayer in her mind.

Everything happened slowly, as her brain turned it's gears at it's lowest capacity.

Kamaria abruptly sat up, slender legs pushed at the dirty ground. The abrupt change in positions should have given her a painful headache but nothing came. Where was her hangover? Normally she would be happy for not dealing with any pain, but for some reason nothing came. Her mind was so cloudy that she did not quite feel like herself.

She felt het breath hitch, as panic seized her body, turned around her throat, and emptied her lungs as she just sat in the middle of an empty cell. The unknown dream caused her to hyperventilate. Distraught Kamaria opened her mouth widely and tried to eat the air so she could breath. Heart beating fast and pain in her chest Kamaria slapped at the ground. Unable to think straight she just let all the emotions out.

"W-where is this?" She clawed at the sand, touching it with her bear palms and then threw it away. Her finger nails turned brown with filth, she didn't care and continued to wail about. "P-please where is this?"

The images of her dancing against her best friends ass flashed through her mind. Sending her off to the moon. Cold tears pricked at her tears, then ran down her warm cheeks. Distressed she looked around, gripped grains of sand then brought it to her hot face.

"Where AM I!"

Looking at her dark brown hands she realized her pants were different, pants she specifically choose to look like a whore, instead of the usual grunge jeans she wore a long ragged dress.

"Stop messing with me!"

In seconds she started crying harder in confusion as she was somewhere unfamiliar. Above her head was a small lamp in a copper cup, unlike the bright energy saving lamp she owned for a year. Her body ached like she had been beaten inside out by the devil himself. Kamaria's astute eyes rolled along the bottom of her eyelids twice. Decisively she tried to get more energy to stand.

"Your tv show will fail with a zero rating!"

"This is kidnapping!"

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO HOME!"

"KIDNAPPPING! YOU HEAR!"

With a ugly crying face she scanned her body, raising her arm and then her head. What was this she wore? Why is it so old ? That's the only way the girl could describe her clothes. Coming from a small Caribbean country, it was easy to figure certain things out. Unfortunately for her brain, Kamaria's heart was making all the moves.

The sound of a guard cursing in a foreign language outside of the jail caused her to snap her neck up then back on the sandy ground. Why was a foreign language being spoken so loudly?

Kamaria didn't know where this sudden burst of energy came from, all she knew was this was a sick joke some bastard was playing on her. If she had her wits about she would have known the small Suriname would be unable to plan a prank of this caliber.

With a teary glare she crawled towards the bars, yelling at him to stop in a voice she never knew she possessed. It sounded cliché to her, like she was some damsel in the distress waiting to be saved by a prince.

"I AM SERIOUS!"

"COME HERE AND FREE ME!"

"FREE ME! NOW FREE ME!"

"I said WHERE AM I!"

"You dumb woman, this is the holy land of Agrabah." A guard said to her in disgust at her cries for release.

Minutes passed and she still screamed in an awfully shrill voice. Her voice cracked, hoarse as small painful spikes rushed up against the organ. Suddenly someone spoke loudly.

"Shut up! Thieves should not speak!" A man stood in front of the bars, wearing what she could only imagine where guard clothes. Baggy pants and a red top with a deep cut sword hung on his body.

"I am no thief! I do not belong here, wherever here is!! Help! help!"

Every second she could feel the despair run through her body and mind. Shaking her head, when she felt shivers run down her body and dry tears run down her black skin.

The guard glared at her at her, before he left he turned towards her with a dark look in his eyes. He turned for last time to spit on the floor, right in front of her. Filthy dark green spit made it's way in front of her crossed legs. It had almost hit the girl sitting. Her stomach churned in disgust, eyes filled with desperation as she continued yelling incoherently in a shrill voice. The black haired kinky haired girl would not give up for a chance at safety.

"Yelling won't make them pity you." A man's low voice spoke from the jail cell next to hers. "On the other hand I feel nothing but pity for you. My name is Aladdin and I can confidently tell you to not worry."

"Aladdin? Agrabah?" Kamaria stopped pulling at the bars, eyes flickered up fast. Her face turned sour, jaw clenched as the rodents in her head ran the wheel. She turned her face to the side where the man called Aladdin stood proud like a mule. Silently she repeated the words like a broken record. Out of nowhere her tears stopped, laughing maniacally she continued to silently whispered the words. "Aladdin? I should just kill myself, but I am to pretty."

Kamaria kept quiet for a moment, she needed to think of her predicament. School wasn't her strongest suit, to the point she dropped out. She even quiet her job because they made her think, however she did go back. The man she was in love with said he liked hardworking woman. Instantly Kamaria went to sign up for law school.

That's what love does to a woman....

You could imagine how frustrated she was when she had to think about her current situation. Think, Kamaria think!

Yesterday....

She was partying with friends. Her crush Jason, drove them all home. Him being the only one sober was normal. compared to the girls he had a high alcohol tolerance.

Kamaria was the only one left in the car with him. Being extremely nervous she left the car in a hurry, saying a quick goodbye. That's all she remembered, so how in insert your gods name was she in a jail?

Kamaria was unsure on how to process any of this. What would be the proper way to respond?

"I am not from this world nor time, where I cam-." She spoke her words inaudible, racing to throw them out there. Only for the sake of the story, have I written them so neatly. The rest of the words were gibberish. Aladdin raised his hand, halting her from speaking further.

"You speak of reincarnation ? Does that mean you are a witch? Jafar will not be impressed." Aladdin interrupted her, holding on the bars separating their cells. He had a look of utter amazement in his eyes, like a child finding a toy in the giant playground made only for himself.

"Jafar?" Lowering her head she could feel her stomach acid dancing it's way up. She could only dare to take a subtle sigh of despair when she shut her eyes. "Kamaria, instead of thinking just go to sleep."

"Let's go."

Aladdin stood in front of her, before she could get to speak he pulled her up. Pushing her on his shoulder even while Kamaria protested. She turned to hit him on the lean skin with trembling hands.

"Jafar likes to be the only sorcerer in the kingdom. I don't want to scare you, but you might not live if he finds out about you."

"What? I am not a witch! I am just insane!" Kamaria yelled loudly, slapping his back with her fist.

Aladdin didn't answer he just walked out of the cell that for some reason wasn't locked. The hallway was empty. Nothing was there but brown and silver vases against the colorful walls. A sight so unfamiliar, yet so close to her heart.

The sight of the pretty orange walls made her think about how she used to be obsessed with middle eastern structure. The interest she had for Arabic and middle eastern houses gained when she was younger and impressable were in this moment a godsend, with this knowledge she was able to understand the people and some of the culture.

Aladdin opened the big brown old door, behind it was a gorgeous view of another bright city. Houses seen only in documentaries and cinemas were now in front of her. Awed she let her mouth open. Far away she could see the palace, standing tall it looked precisely like what she saw in the cartoon Aladdin. It made no sense that a jail had no guards guarding the safety.

Aladdin could practically skip out of the prison. Everything that currently happened made her feel sick to the point she just wanted to disappear like the morning mist. Her emotions took hold of her again, tearing up as she got kidnapped by a fictional character. There was not much more to say then: Fuck.

Aladdin slipped out of the whole building, which made sense he was a main character.

A thought popped up, if she was in her favorite cartoon she should get to meet the man who made her younger self look at cartoon characters like men. She could feel her mouth watering with saliva, wiping at nothing she just stayed quiet.

Aladdin suddenly stopped, dropping her on the ground. He stretched his back a little, looking at her with pain in his eyes. The look told her to lose weight. Kamaria rolled her eyes, not responding to him she straightened her dress a little.

"You can stay at my place or find your own way. I am fairly certain a witch would survive on her own, however I am curious to know how you got caught." Aladdin snatched an apple from an unexpected vendor, like it was nothing he continued to walk towards his house.

Kamaria didn't answer, because she didn't know how and what she currently looked like. Did she have her face or was she in the body of a stranger?

Aladdin didn't ask anymore questions, seeing as she refused to talk. Whenever a nicely dressed woman passed he broke out in a big smile, charming the ladies for fun. They quietly walked the road, sun blazing on exposed skin. Kamaria rubbed her wrist in annoyance. The sun's warm rays were hotter than she had expected. The last time she was under so much sun was a month ago. Currently in her country it was the rainy season, so being in this area of the world was tiresome.

Compared to her usual cheery athletic self she struggled to walk with that much clothes covering her and the bitter sun wasn't helping her. In a short moment she reached to hold Aladdin's hand, leaning on him she struggled to keep up with the taller man trying to lose her. Kamaria knew he didn't do it intentionally, but still it was crazy how he took four of steps in one of his.

Author's note:

I say this often and I hope everyone remembers this while reading it. I was extremely horny writing this cure as story. I work at a call center and hate my job so much. I want to get a simple online job writing cool writing blogs or sexting. I am fairly desperate for a job hahahaha....

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