Time went fast like running river. That day gone silently, nobody in Samira house know tomorrow storm is waiting. Night passed with half sleep, full of worry. Samira mother and Samira sit near father photo, keep small lamp burning. Her mother whisper, “Your dad in heaven, he watching. He will bless us.” Samira nod with tears and smile, she believe too much in father blessing.

Morning sun enter the window. Samira wake with joy mood. She think today all problem will end. She imagine they will meet the big man, get money, save house. Her heart beat little fast but still hope full. She wear new dress, comb hair neat, lipstick small light color. She stand before mirror, close her eyes, whisper: “Daddy, today I will win. You bless me.”

Same time in another side of village, Sam and Lyra happy like nothing happen. They already prepare escape. Sam book train ticket for next early morning. He know after truth come out, Samira will turn monster. Before that, he plan to vanish. He tell Lyra, “Only tonight we need. Tomorrow early we gone. Life will start in city, with money and freedom.” Lyra hug him, laugh soft, “Yes baby, our new life coming.”

In city, Lucian sit in office with cold face. He already prepare travel. Roy join him, secretary running here and there to arrange file, cars, hotel booking. At 11 am sharp, Lucian leave with Roy and secretary. Helicopter take them above the city, clouds touching. Almost 2 hours later they reach the village area. Helicopter cannot land near hotel, so they land in school ground, children running to see big machine. From there black car bring them to Rich Mart Hotel.

Hotel is only 3 star, small compared to Lucian’s taste. But secretary already manage four rooms on second floor. One for Lucian, one for Roy, one for secretary, last one for business meetings. Floor is silent, only four doors, so basically their private space. Lucian walk with arrogant step, people in lobby look at his style, dress, watch, like king entered poor palace.

At 4 pm, Sam and Lyra reach Samira house. Samira already ready with jeans and pink shirt. But Sam see and frown. Inside his dirty plan, he want Samira to look easy, like gift wrap. He say with fake smile, “Hey Sami, this dress not good. They are city people. We must look modern. Wear skirt or short dress.” Innocent Samira believe. She nod, go change into dark green mini skirt and sleeveless top. She look beautiful like flower. She still pure, but danger waiting.

Before leaving, she go near father photo, bow head. “Daddy, everything will be good. Protect me,” she whisper. Mother also pray same words with fear.

By 5 pm they arrive hotel lobby. Samira eyes shine, she never see such hotel. Chandeliers glow, soft music play, people walk with suitcases. She sit with Lyra on sofa, clutching her small bag. Sam say, “He told 5.30 meeting, but we early. Wait here, I go talk to reception.” He walk away, acting busy.

Lyra phone ring. She say, “Sami, I take call, wait.” She move away. But real thing, she go to corner to talk with Sam.

Sam whisper in phone, “Before meeting we give drug. I got special one. Mix with juice, after 15–20 minutes she feel hot like fire. No control. Only way to cool is sex. She will not fight, only cooperate. She will think it is her feeling, not drug. Then we hand her to man, we get money.”

Lyra laugh low, “Perfect plan. After that we gone with 1 million. Our future secure.” She pause, ask, “But why you promise to give her mom 100k?”

Sam grin, “Mercy money. To show little heart. They lose house, lose girl, at least get some money. Anyway we enjoy life.”

Lyra smile devilish, “Ok, good.”

Samira far away, waiting in lobby, not hear this. But fate is watching.

At 5.40 pm the man arrive. He is tall, aged around 45, fat belly but rich look. His eyes not normal, full of lust. His hand play with golden ring always. Receptionist respect him because money. He see Sam, whisper, “Bring girl 6.15. I take bath first. Then enjoy.” His voice heavy, cruel. He already destroy one wife with his torture. She left him, divorce. He still search young girl like toy. His mind dark, he enjoy only when other cry.

Sam smile fake, nod, “Yes sir.”

Sam go back, tell Samira, “He ask little late. 6.15. First he bath. Then meeting.” Samira innocent, believe again, nod. She think only about saving house.

Lucian same time finish meeting upstairs. He go to his room, take bath. He hate village dust, so first clean body. He come out with towel, wipe hair.

6 pm sharp, Sam bring three glasses juice. He smile sweet, “We waiting long, drink something.” He hand one to Samira, one to Lyra, keep one for him. Samira thank him, drink with trust. That glass carry her doom.

After few minutes, Sam say, “I check if he ready,” and leave. Lyra also pretend, “Wait Sami, I talk with Sam,” and move.

Samira alone, reading magazine. Suddenly her body feel strange. Heat spread from stomach to chest, blood boiling. She think maybe tired, ask staff, “Where is washroom?” He point direction. She walk, little dizzy.

When she reach near washroom, she see Sam and Lyra talking. She want to call them, but then she hear their words. She hide behind pillar, listen.

Sam whisper, “She drink juice. In 15 minutes she burn. Then easy. She don’t know our affair. After we sell her, we fly to city.”

Lyra giggle, “Yes baby. Finally free life. She stupid, trust us.”

Samira heart break like glass. Tears fall silent. She never believe this betrayal. Her boyfriend, her friend—both snakes. She press mouth to stop cry. She think, “If I stay, they destroy me. Must escape.” But her body burning more and more. She fear, “What they mix in juice?”

She look around. Lobby crowded. If she run out, they catch. Only choice, upstairs. She climb steps fast, heartbeat racing.

On second floor, all doors closed. Panic fill her eyes. She try handle after handle. All locked. Only one room not locked, just closed. She push, enter.

Inside silent, neat, smell of perfume. On table water bottle. She grab, drink, but no relief. Heat grow worse. Her legs weak, head spinning.

Suddenly bathroom door open. A tall man step out with towel, water drop shining on chest. Samira stumble, crash into his body. Hard like iron, cold after bath. She press face to chest, hug tight, whisper broken, “Please help me… I can’t… control…”

That man shock. He look down. Innocent girl holding him, body trembling hot. She kiss his neck sudden, desperate. He try to push, but she hug tighter, nails on his back.

Lucian freeze. He realize girl under drug. Someone cheat her. His cold eyes soften for first time. But her lips touch his lips, begging kiss. He feel heat, but also feel pity. He lift her in arms, lay gently on bed. Her skirt slide up, crop top rise. Her skin pink, burning. She look at him with half-closed eyes, whisper, “Don’t leave me…”

He stare at her, torn between control and desire.

In lobby, Sam and Lyra return, find seat empty. They search madly. One man say, “She go washroom other side.” They rush wrong direction.

Meanwhile, upstairs, fate already decide new road.