chapter 14 : The Sacred Betrayal

Fast steps, as if she were in a sports marathon, after she had achieved her goal and obtained Abdeljalil without any effort or noticeable struggle. Those glances she throws at him reveal several questions about the fate awaiting him in that sadistic world built on lust and desire—but not the kind one imagines. It is, in fact, a form of spiritual torture. So either picture it or leave it to the subconscious—that's its job.

A soft kiss from Sinyatora drowned Abdeljalil in a sea of desire, adding another curse to his original one, just to torment him. If he doesn't taste death, he will taste Sinyatora's love—and believe me, that is far worse than death. She speaks to him in a seductive yet deadly tone:

"You will be my personal sex toy."

Abdeljalil:

"I don't care, as long as I get to be with you forever."

Sinyatora:

"And you will be..."

Suddenly, just as she was about to exit the palace, Sinyatora heard a familiar voice shouting: