The fluorescent lights hummed relentlessly in the sprawling office of Apex Corp, a high-rise glass tower in downtown Mumbai where Jaanvi was the only woman on staff. She'd started as an intern six months ago, but the men—twenty of them, from junior execs to the silver-haired CEO—had quickly turned her into something else entirely: the office fucktoy, available 24/7, her body a shared resource like the coffee machine or the printer. No HR complaints; no escapes. She lived for it now, the degradation twisting into a dark thrill that made her drip even as she feigned reluctance.