Twenty bodies lay on the stoned ground of the cave.
The camera round.
Bodies lay dead a cross slashed across them
Their faces pale, warped.
Laila walked further in.
An arm grabbed her ankle her eyes bloods shot looking glazed. ‘Help me please.’
Her hand dropped back onto the ground.
Hail stood behind the chair where Laila sat. Hail pulled Laila’s head back, sliding his hands down her neck, placing his lips on hers kissing her, gliding a knife down her body.
Laila screamed.
Hail pulled away loosing her hair. He walked round the chair to the front of her.
Laila looked at him nervously, he smiled before kneeling down in front of her. He moved forward placing his lips on hers kissing her
He moved away, guiding the knife down her face, and down her arms.
