The night fell over the place like a theater curtain heralding an imminent bloodbath.
Inside the house, Georgia's laughter rose, mingled with lustful whispers and seductive taunts that dripped like venom:
"You don't yet know what I'm capable of doing to you... I'll reshape you, James."
Then suddenly silence.
Outside, Mido flicked the butt of his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his heel. He moved forward with slow, deliberate steps each one carrying the weight of war drums.
Christina (whispering):
"Is... is he going to kill him?"
Serena (calm now):
"No... He's Mido. He won't kill him. He'll wake him up."
Jack:
"I hope he does. Because what we're seeing right now is a descent into madness."
Mido entered the house.
The air was thick with the scent of heavy perfume and melted candles. Soft sounds, ragged breaths then stillness.
He pushed the door open slowly.
Inside, he found James half-naked, fumbling with his shirt, while Georgia stood behind him, poised to strike.
Time froze for a moment.
Then came Mido's voice cold, quiet, and absolute:
"Get up... and put your clothes on."
James turned slowly, his face pale, as if jerked from a drunken stupor:
"Mido... I "
"Don't speak. Just listen."
Mido stepped forward, shoving a chair aside without even glancing at it.
Georgia smirked, defiance in her eyes:
"Oh, here to reclaim your groom? I didn't know you were jealous, Mido."
Mido met her gaze, his voice deep and unshaken:
"You're just a door... and it's a disgrace for a man who was once honorable to pass through you."
A tense silence followed.
James, as if his soul had shriveled, looked between Georgia and himself—finally seeing the truth.
He whispered:
"Mido... forgive me."
But Georgia cut in:
"Don't listen to him, James! You're a man with desires. Why deny yourself?"
Mido gripped James by the arm, his stare leaving no room for argument:
"You have a choice now. Stay here and be erased from the memory of those who love you... or walk out with me and prove you still have some dignity left."
Silence.
Then James lowered his head, picked up his shirt, and put it on without a word.
Georgia looked at him with contempt:
"Weak."
But Mido turned to her one last time and said:
"Strength isn't in taking... it's in resisting."
They left the room. The door closed behind them.
And within those walls, a hunger was buried , one that had nearly devoured a soul.
Mido pushed open the door and stepped into the backyard, James trailing behind him with his head bowed, avoiding everyone's eyes.
Julia was the first to approach, arms crossed, watching the scene like a mother observing her child returning from trouble:
Julia (sarcastically):
the man returns after nearly selling his soul for a blanket and a whiff of perfume.
A quiet laugh rippled through the group, but Christina stepped closer to James, her gaze serious:
Christina:
"You're better than this, James. At least, that's what we thought."
Jack (under his breath):
"And if you weren't... Mido made sure you were tonight."
James didn't respond. He just slumped onto the nearest chair, burying his head in his hands, breathing slowly as if trying to expel the devil from his body.
Serena moved to Mido's side, whispering as she studied his exhausted face:
Serena:
"You promised me you wouldn't put yourself in danger."
He lit another cigarette, smoke curling upward like a secret message, and replied:
Mido:
"Danger doesn't come when we face it—it comes when we ignore it."
The group fell silent, the weight of truth settling over them But behind this calm, somewhere else, a fire was igniting.
While everyone else was relieved, Georgia Inside her room, Georgia walked barefoot across cold marble floors, her steps measured like a serpent stalking prey.
She lit a red candle, its flame flickering in her large mirror, where her reflection looked like a woman from another world... a woman whose pride had been wounded.
She raised a glass of wine, then hurled it violently against the wall. Shards scattered like her stifled screams.
Georgia (shouting):
"Mido... You who think yourself so pure—you'll pay dearly for this!"
She stepped closer to the mirror, staring into her own hate-filled eyes, then whispered:
Georgia:
"I'll turn them all against you. Every woman here will despise you. Every man will doubt you. And Serena... One day, she'll scream, 'Why didn't I listen to Georgia?'"
She sat on the edge of her bed, crossed her legs, and pulled a small black pendant from a hidden drawer—something sinister tucked inside.
Georgia (muttering):
"The real game begins now."
Then she let out a soft, devilish laugh dripping with dark promises.