So this is just another thing I wrote tonight, I'm hoping to do more of it later, we'll see how it goes. Just felt inspired to write something like this now

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Zaridar dropped the knotted rope down into the blackness of the chute at her feet, letting it fall further and further down in her hands until she saw it start to coil on the stone floor by the light of the dropped torch. Dressed in silken leggings and a chest wrap, the collared slave began her decent into the treasure room of the king's tomb. Climbing down the knots one by one, she could see the glittering of piled treasures, made of gold, silver, gemstones sparkling in the flickering light..

She felt so proud of herself, finally having the bravery to steal from her master, the disgusting, perverted prince.. the man who abused her and the other women of his harem every time something didn't go his way in court, the prince who had owned her for her entire life, he had never been anything but a spoiled child.. She dreamed of running away, fencing off his dead father's fortune, then riding back into the city on the back of an extravagantly bejeweled camel, and making the prince an offer for the other girls..

She was so caught up in her fantasy that she was startled that she had already reached the bottom of the tomb, the light above just a tiny square in an ocean of blackness. She bent down to pick up her torch and produced a cloth large sack, beginning to stuff gold coins and necklaces into it, filling it up steadily, shaking it about periodically, just to hear the metal clinking around, making her giggle in glee. It began to get heavier and heavier, until she began to wonder if she would be able to carry it back up the rope.. Finally she made her way back over to her rope, and one more piece of treasure caught her eye. A glass bottle, set with bright, shining rubies with a huge gemstone as a stopper..

Inside was some twinkling substance, it looked like silver dust.. such a small thing, such a beautiful, pretty thing, it wouldn't weigh her down any more.. She could afford to take it with her. She put her sack down and made her way to the bottle, squatting down and holding her torch to it.. the glass was murky, and coloured a light blue, she couldn't identify the dust inside, so putting down her torch, the slave gripped the lid of the bottle and tugged it free, pouring some of the substance into her hand.

Almost immediately, the silvery substance began to curl around Zaridar's hand, running up her arm as she dropped the bottle with a cry of alarm. More and more of the stuff flowed like smoke, enveloping her body, penetrating her skin, feeling like the desert sand being forced through her pores. She howled in pain, the collar on her neck turning a bright gold, her bangles and bracelets flattening out, becoming a pair of heavy shackles as she lost all sensation below her navel. She watched in horror as her lower body began to evaporate, taking on the consistency of sand, and then being blown into a small tornado by some unknown wind. She felt a tug on her stomach, and what remained of her began to drag towards the open bottle, the smoke receding into it. With one last scream of terror, her entire body was turned to a smoke and sucked inside, the lid sealing back up again. Inside the bottle, the slave girl banged on the glass, screaming in horror as the torchlight began to fade, and then go out, leaving her imprisoned in the darkness..