The characters mentioned in this story are purely fictional, and there are no references to real life. Some of the acts mentioned in the story might hurt the reader's sentiments, but this is purely a work of fiction.
Thank you for your encouragement; it motivates me to write more. I apologise for any shortcomings.
I wish to extend sincere thanks to @kenjisato, who has proofread the story and suggested edits in record time; a billion thanks, Kenji, I look forward to working with you for upcoming chapters, as well.
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Payal, was still sleeping in her bed after the day long, brutal betrayal in the hands of Ron and Vir. After hanging up the phone, Ron went into the room to wake up the sleeping beauty. She was in a deep sleep with her bathrobe on. Ron flipped open the robe, and in a flash, her juicy breasts were exposed to the chill of the room. He grabbed a glass full of ice-cold water and threw at her naked body.
A sharp undercurrent passed through her entire body, and with a huge shiver, she woke up to the assault.
"Aaahhhhh! Shit, please stop!!!" she cried.
"Wake up, cunt, your sleep time is over. Now, it's time to entertain me," said Ron.
"Ron... please, stop this assault. I can't take this anymore. I will complain about this to my hubby, Raj."
"Go tell Raj, or even the police. Nobody will come to your rescue for the damage done by your husband to my dad's company. Raj will be arrested in Singapore under international law and he cannot be deported back to India ever," said Ron, in his harshest voice.
Shocked, Payal could not believe what she was hearing. Random thoughts occupied her mind as to how he knew Raj, the company he works for, and how he knew of Raj's travel plan. "Is everything okay with Raj? Is he... all right?" she asked, softly.
"No! Certainly he is not all right, Payal. You know he has cheated my dad, his boss, and has caused a huge loss for our company! He can be arrested at any moment in Singapore!" said Ron.
The urgency thrummed through her veins, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. "Raj!" her mind screamed, "I need to call Raj!"
As she passed the doorway, Ron pulled on her bathrobe from behind. Before she could react, before she could even register she was already half-naked, the loose fabric of her bathrobe was ripped off from her body. A sudden, shocking cold enveloped her. She was completely bare, fully exposed in front of her monster in the dim light. For a nanosecond, the world seemed to stop -- the scent of old books from the room, the distant hum of the refrigerator -- the sudden, stark reality of her nakedness.
Without a single pause, without a backward glance at Ron or the discarded robe, she ran. Her bare skin prickled in the cool air, but her legs pumped, carrying her forward, further down the hall, her eyes fixed on the glint of her mobile phone on the polished wood of the console table. Each footfall was a defiant echo of her unwavering resolve.
As she bent to pick the mobile from the floor, a heavy hand tangled her loose hair from behind and yanked her head back with a sharp, searing pain.
A choked cry escaped her lips, "Awwh!" Through a blur of tears, she saw his face. It was Vir.
Before she could even struggle, another dark shape lunged forward. A leg, powerful and deliberate, slammed down on her mobile phone. The screen shattered with a sickening crack, the sound echoing her own breaking hope. Aman straightened, dusting off his boot, a chillingly casual smirk on his face. Vir, Aman, Ron -- they were all here. The perpetrators. Together. In this room.
As the spinning slowly subsided, and her vision began to clear, the true nightmare unveiled itself. There, directly in front of her, was a sight that ripped the air from her lungs and turned her blood to ice. Her sister, Trisa. She was being held upright by Aman, utterly vulnerable. Trisa was naked, a stark red blindfold cutting across her eyes, a thick ball-gag biting into her mouth, silencing any plea or cry. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back with gleaming handcuffs.
Ron stepped into the hallway with an unnerving calm. He moved with a slow, deliberate confidence that was a chilling counterpoint to the raw brutality of Vir and Aman. His eyes swept over the scene -- Payal, dishevelled and captive; Aman, standing like a brutish guard; Trisa, in her horrifying state of exposure and restraint. A ghost of a smile, cold and calculating, touched Ron's lips.
He stopped a few feet from Payal, his gaze sharp and piercing. "Well, Payal," Ron said, his voice smooth, almost gentle, but underscored with a steely menace that made her tremble. "It seems we finally have your complete attention."
