Shamairah Chapter 1

It was dry and humid in the Arabian plains, but none of that bothers the Jinn, Shamairah.

She turned into such just weeks ago, when her father, after losing everything in a gamble, decided to sell her sisters.

Out of the 14 daughters of Hamza the slayer, only Shamairah and her younger sister, Imani, were selected to be kept and fed.

The prettiest of the siblings, Shamairah, was previously scheduled to be married to a Sultan. Although it was discontinued because of her father’s bankruptcy, she still secured an estimable marriage.

She has always attracted the envy of her sisters. Thus, on the last day before their descent to slavery, they plotted to kill her.

Poor Shamairah! She was even preparing a mini banquet serving each of her sister’s favorite meals. Little did she know that her kind gesture would lead to a bloodbath.

Shamairah thought she was doing a good job in keeping her surprise a secret, when she was approached by her sister, Nashira.

At first, Shamairah was puzzled as to why she was there.

Upon seeing her holding the butcher’s knife she was looking for earlier though, her eyes sparkled after concluding that her elder sister was there to help her.

“Sis. As you can see, I’m preparing a surprise here. Don’t tell sisters Rabia, Amapola, and Qadira; I’m sure they’ll reprimand me for cooking by myself. Oh, don’t tell father also.” Shamairah’s charm almost made Nashira hesitate.

But alas, she composed herself and brought forth the message.

“Don’t worry, Shamairah. We, your sisters, are planning a surprise for you too.”

“Oh of course! Do tell me if I can lend you a hand.”

“Oh, we need more than a hand,” Nashira said with a glimmer in her eyes.

Shamairah had barely started to make sense of what had been spoken when she felt a chilling pain escaping from her body.

She looked down and saw her hand fall down to the ground.

While not yet fully conscious of what had just happened, she looked at her sister holding the sharp knife.

“Ah. Sister, your knife skills are excellent. How come I dared cook without you?”

“Shamairah!” Nashira grunted whilst trying to hold back her tears.

“Do you not realize what I just did? Why didn’t you even shout?”

“Ah. This? This is just a hand. I can put it back, see? I can put it back.” Shamairah said enveloped in a trance. She bent down, picked up her decapitated hand, and used her remaining hand to hold the fallen down in place.

“See, sister? It’s okay. You did nothing wrong.” The eerie atmosphere that surrounded Shamairah started to morph.

“It is I, Shamairah, who is in the wrong, right? It is I?” She asked again and again, each time louder and more hysterically than the last.

Nashira was already down on the ground, in tears. Due to the humidity, it was hard to tell apart the splattered blood from the dampness caused by her teardrops.

“No. Shamairah, it is I. Forgive me. Forgive me please. They forced me to do this.”

Hearing some commotion, their sisters Adine and Yasmina looked over. They didn’t want to miss out on Shamairah’s final misery before her destined death.

These sisters believed that they had beauty that exceeded even Shamairah’s; their father just doesn’t notice it.

‘Finally, Shamairah’s going down. Let’s see how good sister Nashira is decapitating her,’ they both thought.

But once they arrived in the quarters, they saw a vastly different scenario than they envisioned.

Shamairah’s right hand was clawing through Nashira’s clothes, digging deep into her skin.

Nashira’s limbs are intact though the overflow of blood suggests otherwise.

‘How come?’ Adine’s mind wanders for a moment. It was not until Yasmina pointed to Nashira’s darkened eyes that Adine got her answer.

‘Ah!’ her mind exclaimed. ‘She’s crying blood.’

Noticing the huge trouble, they got themselves into, Adine looks at Yasmina, her sister who seems to have had mentally collapsed.

‘Should I take her? She could buy us some time by being a fodder.’

But as soon as the turned Shamairah began to undress Nashira and fondle her sensitive parts, Adine knew instantaneously that Yasmina was the least of her problems.

‘Should I just leave?’ She says as she turns to do so.

But Shamairah’s melodious voice stopped her in her tracks.

Hey sister, do you really think you're safe?

I ain't naive, kindness ain't my only trait

I see through the game you orchestrated

Desired my pain, now your destiny's unveiled

Adine was so sure that Shamairah’s looking right through her, but as she looked back, she could still be seen ravishing Nashira.

She felt someone touch her foot. Ah, it was Yasmina