Rohan stood over Priya as she knelt on the hard wooden floor of the dimly lit room. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back with soft rope, the knots secure enough that she could not pull free no matter how she shifted. Her knees pressed into the boards, thighs already slightly parted from the way he had positioned her. She wore a thin cotton kurta that clung to her body, the fabric soft against her skin but offering no real protection. Her eyes were wide, dark and uncertain, the look of someone who still did not fully understand what was about to happen to her.

He held the connected nipple clamps in one hand, the chain dangling between the two small metal jaws. In the other he held a light cane, thin and flexible, the kind that left sharp stings without cutting. He looked down at her for a long moment, letting the silence stretch.