Delilah was ready. Everything that she needed was in order. The Sheikh just left that morning and so it was time to put her plan in action. Her knife sat comfortably in her pocket as she dropped the poison into the pot of porridge that she was preparing and stirred. She did not mind if everyone died then, as far as her child was alive. She stirred the food and then brought the spoon to her mouth to taste, she almost put it in her mouth and then she burst into laughter. They were all going to be dead, all of them.

Delilah could imagine as they ate the food...