9/11 Short Stories

She lightly slaps him as the torches on the walls throb, changing blue in unison with her hand of fire. Idriss shouts in pain as a quick flash ends the healing. Steam rises from his cauterized wound as they have a staring moment. FITNAH What? Idriss sits up and kisses her, it isn't long, just something more than a peck. Fitnah turns her head to the side losing her smile, hesitant to surrender to her feelings for him. FITNAH Stop it. He pulls her breast into his face, taking in a long whiff, kissing around her neck, softly. IDRISS Oh Sete, your skin, so soft as the finest silk... She resists, pushing him away with meager effort. FITNAH Idriss please. He continues seducing her. IDRISS Your scent, that of Jasmine... She grips the back of his neck …show more content…

IDRISS So warm, like fire. Fitnah's eye-shadow fluctuate colors from blue to yellow as her nails do the same. She grabs the sides of Idriss' face as he grips her red hair passionately kissing. She places her hand on his shoulder as her sharp thumbnail sticks into his knife wound. IDRISS OW! They still have their lips locked, laughing as Fitnah pushes him back on the gold, silk sheets. INT. PENTHOUSE - DAY It is a vast room with white carpet and beautiful antique paintings on the walls. A middle-aged white woman lies on her stomach upon a big desk half dressed. She is semi-conscious with her hands tied as Rothschild rapes her from behind. He pumps hard with a smile while looking to Ivan who's a few feet away. ROTHSCHILD True freedom to rape middle aged white woman. Ivan shakes his head disapprovingly as Rothschild finishes with a sigh of satisfaction. The woman cries a bit, aware of being violated, but couldn’t stop it because of the lethargic effects of the heroin Rothschild gave her. Rothschild attempts to zip his pants up while turning around, coming face to face with Ibliss. He's startled by his sudden appearance as Ivan immediately draws his gun pointing it at …show more content…

He spins around facing Iliana. ROTHSCHILD I tried to do it the nice way, but that god dam Montagu doesn’t go down easy. Rothschild pounds away a few more times while jokingly yelling, “BODY BLOW, BODY BLOW”. ROTHSCHILD I mean, I really had him beat, especially when I blew up Grand Central Station, but his god dammed Down syndrome daughter was there. That sympathetic vote, always wins. Iliana, bloodied and swollen, spits a glob of mucus on his face. He slowly wipes it off, then slaps her with his backhand. ROTHSCHILD I’m gonna kill you, then find your daughter, rape her and... Rothschild readies to pummel her, but Ibliss stops him. IBLISS ENOUGH! Killing her does not serve my purpose. We will barter her life with the soothsayer. ROTHSCHILD But I didn’t finish monologuing. IBLISS Do not leave this room. ROTHSCHILD Look, I’m about fed up with you barking orders at me like I’m some insignifican... Ibliss grabs Rothschild by the throat, lifting him off his feet, choking him. Khabeeth gawks at Iliana, relishing in his thoughts of defiling her as Dhubba giggles with that hyena chuckle. IBLISS You are what I say you are mud creature, a dot of paint on a larger picture...