Sampson & Deliliah:Tragic, Love, and Power(oneshot)

(this is my spin on the story, so people who stay strong by what the bible says, please do not be upset, I am Christion and believe in the bible, but this is a spin on the classic story, dont be mad.)

The man who began to living in the Brothel was a man of power. He had a strong power of strange perportions. Strength was gifted to him, by the man above. You, sat with the man and leg seductivly hung over his lap. For the little while he had been staying there, he had begun to take a liking to you, and you to him. Just today men with weponds came to you, demanding you find the secret to his power. They offered coin pieces, but you wouldn't have any of that. You politel denied their offer and tried to go on about your way. But these men were not taking no for an answer. The leader of sorts grabbed you by your hair and made you face him, his breath rotten from the lack of hygene.

"You will do as we say whore, or you will die in the place of him!" He spat out. He then dropped you to the floor. "We will be meeting again. You have 3 days, this man*points to another unrully mess of a man* will be here for when you have succeeded, don't dissapoint us, or we will have your neck!" He said and moved away, back through the crowd of merchents.
*A Day later-Day 2*
Now you sat comfortably with the man you quickly grown to love. He rubbed your leg tenderly, though he was a musculed man. You thought hard of how to coase the answer of his power from him.
"Tell me my love, what is on your mind?" He asked you taking your hand and kissing it with a soft touch. "Do you trust me?" You ask.
He smiles. "We have only just met. What is it that you want to know?"
"How is it, that a simple man, could have such strength? Where does it all come from?" You say looking into his eyes, making sure he would tell the truth. He thought for a moment. "I cannot tell you that." "But then can you tell me how can you be stopped, one man cannot be so powerfull, if we are to be together, I want to know your weekness." You said sternly.
"Alright my dear, I am weekened by locking my hands into cast iron cuffs." He said. You listened intently and tried to look it to his eyes, but he avoided yours.

*That Night*
You laid in bed with your man, until he fell asleep. You waited a while until you were sure he was asleep. Just an hour ago you put a medication that the local doctor had given to you for sleep. Once he was asleep, he wouldn't be up until morn. You got up from the bed and got to work. You took out the cast iron cuffs that you took from the barn, and hid in the small cabinet in your room while Sampson took a bath.
You took them out and began to lock them around his wrist and hooked them to the wall to hold him. Once you were done you laid back into the bed next to him and fell asleep. But your dreams were filled with guilt of what you had done and you couldn't help but cry in your sleep.
*the next morning-day 3*

You woke with a start. A loud clanging. Sampson was standing, dropping his cuff to the floor. He looked to you with suspision. "Someone must have over heard us! Are you alright my love?" You asked in a faked, shrill, worried voice. He looked to have believed what you had said and nodded. He left the room. You let out a breath, realized he had lied to you to keep his secret. You were actually relieved. You now onlyhad the night to figure out what he was weakened by.Your heart was heavy, you truely fell for him, and thought about crying.

*That night*
Just like the night before. You sat in the main room with your legs draped over the musculer thighs of the man. "I am happy you are safe. But I don't understand, if that was your weekness, how did you excape the shackles?" You asked even though you knew the answer, he had lied. He looked ashamed that he lied, but it quickly faded and was replaced by rage. "What I don't understand is who over heard our convorsation, I'm sure you were the only one around." He said and then looked to you suspeciously. You pretended to look hurt. "What are you accusing?! *You grabbed his face with your hands and looked him in his eyes* You know I love you, I would never betray you...You were the one who infact lied to me."

He pulled away from your hand. "You know I love you, so why have you betraied my trust, why have you lied to me?" You asked. Your heart pounded, you could actually feel it falling to pieces, lieing to him. It was increadible how quickly you both had fallen for each other. "Alright, my angel, I will tell you my secret, the secret of my weekness. My hair, it gives me my power. Cut it and I will be weakened. But this must be an utter secret." He said looking into your eyes. This time it was you who couldn't look back. But he didn't notice. "Let us celibrate our love and trust for each other."
That night both of you drank, you held back, where as Sampson drank all night.
*At bed*
Sampson imediately fell asleep. This time you knew he was telling the truth about the secret. You took the clippers (scissors) and began to cut away at the handsome locks of the sleeping man. He didn't stur. Once you were done doing the deed, you rushed out to get the man who awaited for you. He was in the spot you remembered, but the rest of the men waited there as well. They looked angry. The leader walked fowards and grabbed you up by your dark locks.
"Your a day late!" He yelled. You held up your hands to pretect your face, but you were to slow as a hand came down on your cheek. Your head fell backwards with the blow and a tear slipped out of your eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I did it, he is now defenceless." You said defending yourself from being attacked again.
He dropped you to yourknees and mentioned for the others to come. Onecarried afire poker. You expected another blow from them, but none came. "Get to your feet woman and show us to him." He said gruffly. You stood emediately and walked swiftly to the Brothel in which you lived. You made it there and lead them to the back room where Sampson slept.
They grabbed him up, surprising him, he struggled but to no avail. It amazed you, but you then began to cry. You clutched at the locks of hair from the head of your lover. Sampson looked to you with a look of mixed emotions. But you saw the knowing in his eyes. He was forced to kneel and the men laughed at his weakened state. The man who was supposed to wait for you placed the poker into the fire of the fire place. Laughing he handed it to the leader of the group, then he held you by your arms.
"You have tricked us, we killed your wife, you kill our people, we punish you." He held it above Sampson's head and you yelled out. "Shut up whore! You have done your job, now let us do ours!" He yelled. He then thrust it, you closed your eyes as Sampson howled in pain. LAughter broke out around the group, as crys seeped out from you and Sampson. You opened your eyes. You sobed as you saw what they had done, they stuck the poker into his eyes, blinding him. Blood seeped from his eyes like tears.
You wanted to run to him, to tell him your sorry,but before you could move the poker was run through your chest, right above your heart. You spat out blood. "Sampson..." You said with your last breath. "Sorry..." You fell down onto the ground and laid flat onyour back. You took another breath and another tear fell from your eye and then you were dead. "You were a day late." The leader said wiping the poker clean. "Deliliah...What have you done?!" He said sobing. Though Deliliah had done this to him and herself, he still loved her.

*Days later*
Sampson POV
You pulled down the pillars. But just before it fell, you could suddenly see. And the person you saw, was your love. "I'll be with you soon." You said to the figure. And the collisium came crumbling down.....