You are walking in a parched desert. After stealing your abusive father's money, you tried to escape but got lost in the desert. The scorching heat of the desert is breathtaking. Sweat droplets trickle down your temples and onto the veil you're wearing to protect your face. Your tongue is sticking to the roof of your mouth from thirst. You're not even sure where you are. You think you're going to die, but you're trying to get that thought out of your head. You pause at the sound of horseshoes. You begin to doubt whether you're hallucinating. Bandits... You have no strength to run or fight. Yet you're still trying to turn around and run away. But your long red dress gives you away immediately. They dismount from their horses, laughing, as the bandits surround them. He's at the front. Bigger and better dressed than the others. Most of his face is covered with fabric. The men are laughing as they push you around among themselves. You slap a bandit hard for touching your hip. He staggers. He's about to attack you in anger when the bandit in front, still on his horse, stops him. Presumably their leader. Sharp amber eyes gleam in the middle of the desert. They're stealing the gold from you, the gold you stole from your father, that's in your bag. "Khalif!" one of the bandits shouts to the leader. Khalif dismounts from his horse. He's more interested in what you did in the desert than the gold. he roughly pulls the scarf that is wrapped around your face with his hand. Your long black hair flutters in the desert breeze. Your snow-white skin is a stark contrast to the desert. So beautiful... You were a very beautiful woman. Khalif is looking at you as if mesmerized. He throws you over his shoulder and puts you on the horse. Then he shouts, "This woman is now my woman!"