For eight years the sheikh lived as though the whole world were his toy. Wealth, power, and endless resources transformed him into someone who considered himself the master not only of lands and palaces, but of human fates as well.
Every year his harem was replenished with new girls — beauties from all over the world. Some came willingly, tempted by wealth and luxury; others he found by force or cunning.
But the sheikh did not love them. He broke these girls.
For him each woman was not a companion but his possession. On each one’s back he left a red mark — a symbol of ownership.
This was not just a decoration. The mark meant that they had forever lost their freedom. None of the women had the right to leave the harem or even communicate with their relatives.
This continued for many years. But one day someone entered his life.
A young female student, beautiful and proud. She dared to refuse the sheikh. That became a challenge for him.
He decided to conquer her at any cost. He had money, connections, and unlimited power. Soon the girl lost everything: she was expelled from university, her father’s home was taken, her mother was left without medicine, and she lost her job.
She had no alternative. To save her family she agreed to marry him.
The sheikh thought he had broken her, as he had all others. But he didn’t know that soon something horrifying would happen. Continuation in the first comment
After forcing the girl into his harem, the sheikh was confident he had conquered her. But in reality the girl chose a different strategy. She learned to be patient and devised a plan. Almost a year passed.
During that time she earned the sheikh’s trust.
In the harem there worked an old servant. At first the girl asked him about harmless potions supposedly used for pain relief or sleep.
Then she began to take interest in rare desert plants.
Thus she learned about “scorpion tears” — a powder made of dried venom from desert scorpions. In small doses it was undetectable, but ingesting it would paralyze the heart. The symptoms mimicked a natural heart attack.
But there was another problem. The sheikh’s food and drink were carefully checked by his personal servants. Any attempt to poison him would result in the poison being discovered.
She knew that if she made a mistake, not only she but her mother and even her father would die. The girl began to look for another way.
She came up with a plan that at first terrified her: she would administer the poison during sexual intercourse.
She also learned about the antidote, which could be prepared from a bitter plant — the root of “Adam’s tear.”
Secretly, she prepared it and drank small doses until her body adapted.
That night the sheikh was especially happy. He drank wine, laughed, and as always reveled in his power.
When they were alone, he did something she did not expect: he kissed her first. A long kiss. At that moment a small speck of the powder hidden behind her cheek passed into his mouth along with saliva.
The sheikh noticed nothing. A few minutes later his face changed. He tried to stand, but his legs betrayed him.
And soon he collapsed to the floor, suffocating. The servants rushed near, but it was already too late. No one suspected the girl. Everyone assumed the sheikh had suffered a heart attack.
And the girl knew: now he would never hurt her again.
