Breaking Point

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As I gazed into my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself. I couldn’t believe what had become of my life, and began to evaluate whether this slavery mission of mine was worth all this. The day I went over to Priya’s house to confess that I wished to become her slave was supposed to be the most liberating experience of my life. It would be a weight off my shoulders, a once-for-all solution for a life of happiness at her feet. But today, from morning to afternoon, she humiliated me in front of her new boyfriend and beat me up with his leather belt, then had sex with him on my body. She finally ordered me to get out of her house, once she and her boyfriend ran out of ways to abuse me.

I touched one of the red welts on my chest and hissed in pain. This slavery had become much too painful for me to bear, but what exactly was I expecting? Therein lay the problem- I didn’t know the answer to that at all. There were a few mounds of dark skin above my cheeks and on my forehead, from her vicious punches but they weren’t easily noticeable. Or so I hoped, because about five minutes later, Chandrika would be coming over to my place.

Chandrika was an eccentric girl from my class, and I had a date arranged with her for 7PM today. But given my physical condition, I called her up and asked for a cancellation under the pretext that I had fallen down the stairs. Somehow, we began to converse about where we lived and found that her house was less than 5km away from my place, so she agreed to come over. After all, we only wanted to talk and we could do that anywhere; there was no need for a fancy restaurant, she said and I could not agree more. I took a long bath, and changed into fresh clothes that didn’t have my blood stains on them, then pondered about whether I was going to break out of it with Priya. Even if I did want it, I was much too deep in this mess, and if I gave up now she would tell my parents about how I had begged to become her slave. Priya refered to this as ‘the clause’. Maybe all I needed was a safe way to break out of the clause.

It was nearing 5.30PM. Chandrika said she’d be over at my place by then. Soon enough, I heard the beep of a Honda Activa, so I went downstairs to greet the girl. My parents were downstairs armed with tea, snacks and jovial small talk about my childhood, so they were able to make her feel at home in no time. Chandrika was especially friendly with them, unlike she’d ever been with anyone in college. Soon, the two of us were in my study room, sitting on the bed against the pillows. I began our conversation by telling her how stunning she looked- she was dressed in a purple Salwar-Kameez, and pulled it off even better than Priya did, but of course Priya was more into western clothes like jeans and tiny skirts; nobody could wear those like her.

“Thank you so much,” Chandrika said, but her face still maintained a serious expression.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“Just looking at you, with those bruises on your face, makes me feel…” Chandrika began. “And, oh my God, your arms are still bleeding,” she shuddered, closing her mouth with her dupatta. “Suhas, how badly did you fall down the stairs?”

“Pretty bad,” I shook my head. “But I don’t want to talk about it.” Each time I told her the lie about falling down the stairs, I could picture Rahul’s belt flying in the air and battering its way through my skin, sometimes in Priya’s hands and sometimes in his.

“Come put your head here,” Chandrika said, gesturing towards her lap. “Do you have some cotton and Dettol?”

“Yes, they’re in the drawer.” I felt a sense of warmth as I lowered my head to Chandrika’s lap. Her body was hardly anything but bone mass, so the lap felt hard but her compassion produced tears in my eyes right away. She dipped some of the cotton in the Dettol, then applied it over the bruises on my face. “Thank you so much, Chandrika.”

“I just want you to get well soon,” she said. “So we can go have our first date. Maybe tomorrow?”

“That would be just delightful.” I said, tears now erupting from my eyelids as they were in hers. “I’m so sorry I betrayed you today.”

“Hey, you fell down the stairs. It can happen to anyone,” she said, stroking my curly hair between her fingers. Her authenticity made me want to tell her the truth, that there was an evil villainess in the neighborhood who had beaten me up like this, but that would lead to the inevitable question of how it all started. So I just pursed my lips and enjoyed her warm care.

Minutes later, my brother showed up from my parent’s room which was across the upstairs hallway, opposite to my room. He had probably been watching TV for the last four hours, as he usually did on weekends. “Hey, Suhas what’s going on?”

“I fell down the stairs.” I lied to my brother, and instantly felt my metaphorical nose getting longer.

“Oh,” he came closer to examine my face. “That’s bad.”

“It is.” I said, swallowing a bit and gathering up my voice. “Chandrika, this is my elder brother, Supreeth. Supreeth, my classmate Chandrika.”

They both shook hands and exchanged a quick “Hi, nice to meet you.” My brother began to fidget as he watched us. “So, it looks like Suhas is in very good hands.”

“Oh, thank you.” Chandrika blushed. I couldn’t help but wonder, how my brother, the born ladies’ man, always had the right words to say to women. With his first sentence, he made the girl blush. He could probably steal away Chandrika from me if he wanted to, in a few minutes if he stayed any longer, but he had a much more beautiful fish in his net- Priya’s beautiful little sister Vidya.

“Anyway, I’m going over to Priya’s house so I guess I’ll see you both at dinner,” he said, taking his leave and climbing down the stairs.

“Bye,” Chandrika called out to him. She turned to me and began to muse. “Hmm, two very tall, handsome brothers I must say.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, “but I don’t know about the handsome part.”

“How old is he, anyway?”

“Oh, he’s four years older than us. He’s doing final year of his civil engineering.”

“Oh. And who is this Priya person?” Chandrika asked.

My mind began to wander all sorts of directions when she asked that. Was she a devil disguised as a Goddess? Was she a personification of all the evil in the world, packaged in one smoking hot body? “Well, she’s my neighbor.” I said. “She’s my brother’s age, but she studies medicine. She has a younger sister called Vidya, of our age who studies computer engineering like we do.”

“Oh okay.” Chandrika paused for a moment before venturing. “Your brother and this Priya…are they like a couple?”

“Oh, not at all.” I said. “My brother is with the younger sister Vidya.”

“It’s weird,” she giggled, “that your elder brother is with the younger sister. What about Priya?”

“Oh, she has some boyfriend from her class called Rahul.” Trying very hard to say his name and not think about his penis.

“Good.” Chandrika said. “Because the one thing that would complete the cycle of weirdness, is if you had a thing for the elder sister.”

“What? No, I don’t.” A white lie to elope from the truth.

“I know you don’t, I’m just saying hypothetically,” she got defensive. “Elder brother with younger sister, younger brother with elder sister.”

“Yeah.” I forced myself to laugh. “That would be hell weird. Four people with no idea of age appropriate behavior.”

“It’s good that you’re not into her or anybody else.” Chandrika said. “Because I’m starting to like you.”

I shook my head, shrugged and questioned, “why,” but her head came swooping down, and her lips made a smooth landing on mine. We shared a little three-second smooch before she sat back up and continued to stroke my hair. “I don’t know why, and I don’t think I need to.”

“Wow.” I closed my eyes, reminiscing the feel of her lips against mine. “My wounds feel soothed already.”

“Oh, come now.” Chandrika dismissed my remark. “Why are you are acting like you don’t deserve me and my care?”

“No, no that wasn’t it at all…”

“Are you hiding something from me, Suhas?” she asked.

“Not at all, Chandrika.” I took an ominous pause. “It’s nothing, nothing at all.” I began. I sat up on my knees, held the small of her nape in my hand and kissed her on the lips. “See? It’s nothing.”

“Good,” she said, and we kissed again.

More than five minutes had passed since my brother left the house, and I was fully engaged with entertaining my guest in my room, when I felt a strange presence at the door. I slowly cocked my head towards the door to see Priya standing there, leaning back against the open door frowning at me through her black framed glasses. She was dressed in the same slutty black shirt and the tiny little skirt that she had worn before having sex with Rahul for, I presumed, over six hours. Until then it didn’t occur to me that my brother would have told Priya about the girl in my room. Somehow, she had snaked in just to glare at me and Chandrika. In all probability, she had also seen us kiss.

Chandrika followed my gaze to realize that there was another girl in the room, but she brightened up and smiled. “Hi!” she greeted Priya. All she got in return was a hostile frown from the older girl. She turned to me, confused. “Suhas, what’s going on?”

I attempted to speak, but Priya took two steps into the room, towards the study table, then paused. She turned back, held the edges of my room’s door and snapped it close. With focused effort, she bolted the door, turned the keys to the brown lock clockwise until it clicked shut, then placed the key on the table. Once the door was secure, her spectacled eyes turned evil again, burning us with their dark energy. She approached the bed, where Chandrika was sitting with my head in her lap and hissed, “move!” Chandrika spontaneously shifted to the right side of the bed, while I sat up and leaned against the pillow on wall. “I want a pillow.” Priya whispered, stopping herself from taking the pillow-less seat so I took mine out the back and handed it to her. She gestured towards the seat, and I placed it firm against the back support of the bed. Even as Priya adjusted her skirt, turned around and landed on the bed, Chandrika took refuge next to me, so that we were both along Priya’s bare left leg on the bed. The Goddess moved her tongue along the insides of her cheek before she spoke. “You said there was a party today evening,” she stated, penetrating an angry glance above the upper rim of her specs.

“Priya,” I shivered, “I was supposed to…”

“Liar,” she quipped, elongating the word with chilling effect. She frowned and breathed slow, deliberate breaths that somehow prevented me from saying a damn word. I turned to Chandrika, hugging her arms around her chest, glancing timorously at the Mistress. Priya turned to her and examined her closely. “And who are you?” Priya asked.

“I’m Chandrika,” she said. “Suhas and I study in the same class.”

“When did you both hook up?” Priya asked.

The two of us glanced at each other and between the shrugs of denial, were able to come up with half a word- “we…”

“I saw you kiss.” Priya raised her head.

I saw Chandrika take a few deep breaths, before answering the question in one shot. “Priya, Suhas and I met at our college coffee shop yesterday. We talked for hours, and connected well.” She confirmed this with an approving glance from me. “So we were about to go on a date today, but he fell down the stairs and got hurt. So…”

“You told her you fell down the stairs?” Priya turned to me and giggled for the first time during the excruciating three minutes she’d spent in the room with us. The giggle added more twinge to the awkwardness in the room.

Chandrika slowly turned to me and scowled. “Was that a lie, Suhas?”

I squeezed my face close, trying to manufacture a benign expression. “Chandrika, I’m in a lot of trouble. Please hear me out…”

“He’s going to lie again.” Priya stated.

“Chandrika,” I held her hands, “she’s trying to turn us against each other. Please be on my side for a minute, I’ll explain everything. Honest.”

“What do you mean you’ll explain everything?” Chandrika asked. “Am I going to be convinced by this?”

“Chandrika,” I stroked her arms, “you will think I’m really weird, because I am. But you’ll see why I was forced to lie about falling down the stairs. I promise you.”

“Okay.” Chandrika turned down and glanced at her, then me. “Here’s the thing,” she finally said to Priya. “I understand that Suhas lied about something, but what’s it to you?” I wanted to muzzle her throat, just to prevent her from being overly retorting with Priya. “After all, he isn’t your boyfriend and you aren’t even interested in him. Whatever he’s lying about, I think it’s for Suhas and me to work out.”

“Wow, she’s a dumb one.” Priya commented, with an evil smile on her face. “Probably lonely as hell too…”

“Priya,” Chandrika smiled weakly. “With all due respect, you don’t know me well enough.” Priya’s gaze was at the center of the girl’s eyebrows, scorching through them like a powerful laser. “And you’re being very offensive. I don’t see why you’re acting this way…”

“Should I tell her the reason, Suhas?” Priya looked away from her, turning to me.

I silently shook my head “no”, which only caused Chandrika to look at us more suspiciously. “What’s going on here?” she demanded. “Suhas?”

I took a deep breath, then another. “Chandrika, I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you this before, but we can never be together…”

“But you just kissed me.” Chandrika shook her head. “Suddenly, she’s in the room and we are going to break up before we even start a relationship?”

“The thing is,” I scrunched my face to squeeze out the next few words, “I’m not allowed to have a girlfriend.”

“Heh.” Chandrika giggled. “You aren’t allowed?”

“Yeah.” I said. “Priya won’t let me.”

Chandrika raised her finger and turned to the smiling Goddess, then back to me. “Wait wait wait,” she laughed. “Why does she get to decide whether you have a girlfriend or not?”

“Because I know what’s good for him and what’s not.” Priya smiled. “And trust me little girl, you just aren’t it.”

Chandrika giggled as she glanced between the smiling girl and the ashamed, bowed down me. “So what? You both telepathically communicated with each other and decided that I’m not good enough for him?”

“Something like that.” Priya said. “But you know what? I’m getting tired of explaining things to you. It’s better if I show you.”

“Okay, show me.” Chandrika asserted.

Priya’s legs slid back to their origin point, the sexy little mini-skirt she had on. Chandrika and I quivered as the legs moved on the bed, but we held each other’s fingers tight to survive the horrifying show even though nothing actually happened yet. She perched the right foot on the left knee, to show the dusty bottom of her perfectly formed foot. “You see my feet, little girl?”

“Yeah.”

“Now, what if I were to tell you that Suhas prefers to kiss this,” Priya pointed a finger at the center of her foot, “rather than kissing your lips?”

“I would think you’re a crazy woman.” Chandrika stated bluntly.

“How about we have a little bet?” Priya asked. “Right here, right now. Suhas will either kiss you on the lips and choose to be your boyfriend, or he’ll kiss my foot and show you that he prefers my feet to your face?”

“You’re on.” Chandrika said, like she had already won the bet. “What do you want if perchance you actually manage to win?”

“If I win, I’ll have both you kids sitting on the edge of this bed, and both would have one of my feet in your mouth.” Priya threw down. “Do we have a bet, little girl?”

“Okay.” Chandrika shrugged.

“Suhas, you may get down from this bed and make your choice.” Priya said. At that moment, she made a movement with her lips to spell out a word, without making a sound from her throat. But I heard the word as clearly as I would if she shouted it out to the word. The word was, “clause.” If I kissed Chandrika’s lips, I would give up my life of slavery and Priya would tell everyone in my life about how I begged to be her slave. She had an evil smile on her face, all ready to play out a long, humiliating game with my prospective girlfriend.

“Suhas?” Chandrika said. “Come on, kiss me. What are you thinking about? Let’s show this girl.”

Tears formed at the edges of my eye as I climbed in through the other end of the bed. I looked away from my classmate, hoping to avoid the look in her eyes. “Suhas?” Chandrika squealed, as she saw me moving towards the foot instead of her lips. “Suhas, I’m going to walk out of this room if you kiss this woman’s foot.”

“Nobody is going anywhere,” Priya giggled. “I have the keys to this room right here.”

I held Priya’s seven inch foot in my hands, bent over and landed my lips on them, then spread it apart, caressing its dusty surface with my tongue. Chandrika broke down right there, producing a heck lot of tears for her size. “Suhas, how could you do this to me?” I strived to not look at the girl’s sad eyes. “Don’t tell me I have to eat this woman’s foot now.”

“That’s exactly what you’ll have to do.” Priya laughed in her victory. “Come on, both of you. Sit on those corners.” She pointed to the opposite corners of the bed. We took our places as per her orders, and awaited her punishment with sad faces. “Aww, I don’t want you people looking like that when you get my foot in your mouth. Both of you, join your hands together and smile.” We did that, and Priya sent in her strong feet into our open gullets, crushing down the bottom rank of out teeth down to the gummy roots. Her foot forced its way further down our throats, nearly splitting apart the edges of our lips as we bowed down to accept our harsh punishment. “Lick it and suck it, losers!” Priya ordered, nearly pushing us out of the bed. She then moved her foot back and forth, in and out of our mouths as she used our mouths like her willing foot mats, and laughed. “Such a nice couple,” she mocked, “a slave couple.” After scores of harsh rounds of pull ins and push outs, she finally brought down her licked feet to our laps. “Dry my feet using your clothes. You use your shirt and you use that dupatta,” Priya instructed us. I turned sideways to bring my shirt over to her feet and wiped them clean with it, which was when I saw Chandrika’s disapproving face. I had lost her a long way back, when I surrendered to the foot instead of kissing her.

“Why?” Chandrika wiped some tears off her eyes and asked into my ears, but Priya heard her.

“It’s a contract.” Priya laughed. “I own Suhas’s soul for the rest of his life.”

“Makes sense,” Chandrika snickered, “you are the devil.”

“Shut up and wipe my foot,” Priya whispered, gesturing towards her foot. Chandrika ruined her beautiful purple Salwar suit as she obeyed the order.

“I give up, okay?” Chandrika said. “I get it. Suhas likes your foot more than he likes me. Can I please go home now?”

“Oh, I have other things to show you.” Priya giggled, pointing a finger into her mouth. “Now, which one do you think Suhas prefers? Kissing your lips, or drinking my spit?”

Chandrika gave me a glance of utter disgust. “I’m sure he prefers drinking your spit.”

“Smart girl,” Priya snapped her fingers towards me. “But let us see for ourselves, shall we? Suhas?”

I moved closer to the Mistress and presented my open face for her to spit on. Priya gathered up a gallon of phlegm in her mouth, before breaking into a mocking giggle. “Are you sure you’d rather not kiss the pretty girl?”

“I’m,” I swallowed, “sure.”

“Say the full sentence. What do you prefer, Mister Suhas?” Priya laughed.

“I would rather drink your spit than kiss Chandrika’s lips.” I said, feeling my heavy ventricles breaking down.

“Say that to her face, again.” Priya pointed to Chandrika.

I slowly turned over to the crying girl and said the words. “I would rather drink her spit than kiss your lips.” Chandrika’s breath got heavier, her eyes projecting coruscant embers of disappointment. She took her hand back and gave me a tight slap. “Then go drink her spit, you asshole!” she screamed.

I moved my now red face over to Priya’s lap and presented it for her to spit on. “Open your mouth, boy. Aaaaaaa.” she laughed. I opened my mouth and looked up to her. She was more than happy to despatch a gigantic globule full of her spit into my mouth, making a loud noise as it separated from her mouth. I collected the liquid at the floor of my mouth, using it much like a ladle, before catapulting it down into my throat using my tongue, thereby swallowing the thick, tasteless fluid of utter humiliation. “Hey you, get over here!” Priya said to the girl.

“What? Why?” Chandrika attempted to retreat, but Priya caught her in her arms.

“You have to drink my spit too.” Priya said. “I appreciate the wonderful slap to Suhas, but after everything couples should still learn to do things together.”

“We are not a couple!” Chandrika squealed, but felt Priya’s hands separating her jaws into submission. She gurgled up another gallon of spit in her mouth just for the girl, and sent it into her mouth. “There you go,” Priya clamped her jaws shut with her hands, forcing the inevitable. “Now swallow that.” More tears erupted from Chandrika’s eyes as she drunk the older girl’s spit.

“How does it taste?” Priya giggled, sinking into the pillows on my bed.

“Pathetic.” Chandrika said, splitting up the syllables of the word between gusts of anger.

“I will still show you one more thing.” Priya laughed, turning herself around on the bed, showing us her back.

“Please let me go!” Chandrika said. “I got your point.”

“I can’t let you go until I’ve shown you one more thing.” Priya dangled the room keys in her hand. “You can’t get out now, can you?”

Chandrika jumped out of the bed and headed for the door. “Oh yes I can, and I will.”

“That door is locked, little girl.” Priya said, getting herself off my bed and moving herself towards the door as a precautionary measure. She probably anticipated what Chandrika would do next.

Chandrika made a fist with her hand and banged it against the door, calling out to my parents, “Auntie? Uncle?”

Priya placed her hand across the girl’s mouth and pulled her down, tossing her helpless body to the floor with her powerful arms. “Did you just try to break out on me?” Priya hissed to her face. “You’re not going to break out, not on my watch.”

“Please…” Chandrika dived for her feet and hugged them.

“No, you’re not getting out until I’m done with you.” Priya pulled her up by her shoulders, to a kneel. She caught the edges of her purple salwar in her hands, and yanked them in two different directions, ripping them apart at the center. Chandrika tried to scuttle away from her assailant, who was only too happy to get more distance. She was able to separate the edges of her suit further apart, ripping it all the way down to her navel, exposing her bare chest and little white bra. Chandrika dropped over to the floor sinking into a warm puddle of her own tears, weeping at the fate of her beautiful, expensive suit that she had worn, expecting a pleasant date with me. It was all torn into pieces by the devil’s cruelty.

“Why?” Chandrika gasped, covering her body with her arms.

“This is what happens when you defy me.” Priya said, raising her foot and placing it on the girl’s head. “I said I’m going to show you one more thing, and that means I’m going to show you.”

“Okay, okay. I give up.” Chandrika raised her hands and spread them apart. “Do whatever you want.”

“Get on the bed next to your ‘boyfriend’.” Priya ordered, sitting back in her place at the head of the bed and turning over. She kept her eyes on us like an eagle, as if to ensure that neither of us would indulge in vengeful attacks on her. Both of us were far too sapped of our energy to indulge in any such futilites. One of us was overpowered and humiliated, the other was enslaved by her scintillating beauty. What we did have in common is the bottom of Priya’s foot as we sat precariously at the wooden edge of my bed, staring at her strong, slender legs expanding into her glimmering buttocks. She had lifted her skirt backwards to display her underwear, a red silky pair whose width at the butt crack slimmed down to less than an inch. “Tell me how beautiful my bum is,” she said, batting the soft balls with flattened fingers. As the waves from her little spank spread across her balls and thighs, my pulse turned into a boisterous thump. My cock upsurged with excitement, while the rest of my body bent over in peaceful surrender. Every feeling of hostility towards her were vanquished by one look at her upper thigh.

“Priya,” I felt white waves of delight spread over my body from the gut, “I would die for you.”

“Thank you,” she laughed, “and you will, someday. What about you, little one?” she lingered her foot close to Chandrika’s face. “What do you feel when you see my juicy, ravishing bum?”

“I want to go home,” she mumbled.

“You know what happens when you give me the wrong answer.” Priya said. “I’ve torn your salwar suit, don’t make me tear up your kameez.”

“Okay,” Chandrika whimpered, wiping up her face to focus on the buttocks. “Yeah, they’re…nice. I think you keep yourself in very good shape.”

“I do, I jog every morning.” Priya said. “But that wasn’t the kind of comment I was looking for.”

“Then what?” Chandrika said. I tried to make eye contact with her but she was more fed-up with me than ever.

“I want to feel your love for my bum. I want to hear how you’re turning into a lesbian right now.” Priya twisted her upper body to get a good look at us. “You see he,” she pointed to me, “desperately wants to kiss it but you don’t. So guess which one of you is going to kiss my ass now?”

“Me?” Chandrika blenched. “See, I’m not going to kiss that thing.”

“But you are, little one.” Priya laughed, falling back into the bed. “That is, if you ever want to go home.”

“So…if I kiss it, you’ll let me go?”

“If you kiss it properly.” Priya said. “I want one here,” she pointed to the right edge of her right buttock, “one here,” pointing to the left edge of the left ball, “one here, one here…” she kept pointing her fingers closer and closer to the center of her bum, so that we counted twelve kisses in all, “and one biiiig wet kiss right here,” she pointed to the bottom center of her thong. “Thirteen respectful, slow kisses, and I will let you go home.” Priya said, watching the girl’s soul shrinking on her face. “Or, you know, I could beat you up some more…”

“Alright, I will kiss it.” Chandrika said.

“Come on, sound like a happy lesbian and go for it.” Priya said.

Chandrika ran her hands under Priya’s thighs, squeezed them together and forced a smile. “I look forward to smelling and kissing your bum for you, Priya.”

“Of course you are,” Priya cooed. She felt the girl’s lips on the outer edge of each butt cheek, followed by a rain of kisses spreading towards the valley of her magnificence. My manhood was getting harder, wishing to kiss the beauties myself but watching the helpless girl kiss the bum was quite arousing too. Chandrika got up, and braced herself for the final kiss to the center of the thong’s cloth, at which point Priya caught her by her hair and pulled her deeply in for a smother. “You enjoyed my bum, didn’t you?” she said, shaking her butt left and right, stifling the girl’s nose in the darkness her butt crack. She shook with studied vigor for over two minutes, before dropping the girl’s face to the bed. “Did you enjoy my bum?” Priya asked, pendulating the room keys in her fingers.

“Yes, Priya.” Chandrika choked. “I loved your bum.” Priya nodded along, waiting for more words. “It was delightful.”

Priya got up and ran the keys through the hole, and turned it anti-clockwise. She unbolted the door and opened it. “Come, let’s send you home,” she said, catching Chandrika’s ear. She pulled her down some of the stairs to check whether my parents were there- they weren’t; their voices could be heard from the drawing room. Priya raced down the remaining stairs, dragging the girl’s tender ears out of the house and throwing her out into the cold, cemented compound. “If I see you anywhere near my human again, I’m going to beat you up.” Priya said, slamming the door shut. She turned around to see me up the stairs, still terrified by the scene but with a hard cock poking out through my shorts. Priya clapped her hands together, as if she were washing them clean. “Got rid of that bitch, didn’t we?”

“We did, Priya.” I said, solely because there was no other right answer.

“Let’s go home, the three of us will play cards.” Priya said, fixing her glasses and slipping into her black sandals.

“You, me and who?” I asked. My heart slowed down, glad that she wasn’t going to give me a separate punishment for trying to have a girlfriend, trying to find happiness with another girl.

“Supreeth, your brother. He’s in my place now.” Priya said.

“But he’ll be spending time with Vidya, right?”

“She has chemistry tuition at 7, so she is probably just about to leave.” Priya said. I quickly got into my sandals, locked the door and began to walk with her. “I’m going to punish you again for this, you know,” she said. “You’re my human, you belong to me. You don’t get to have other relationships in your life without my say-so.”

“Yeah, I know Priya. I’m sorry.” I scampered behind her to catch up. It was dark outside, and the sodium vapor street lights were beginning to turn on.

We entered her little house. The door was open, and Vidya was about to leave for chemistry tuition with a light bag strapped to her shoulders. “Hi!” she said, quite emphatically. We replied in much the same tone. She kissed Supreeth goodbye, got on to her moped and left. Priya, Supreeth and I played a good game of cards for about one hour, and as usual Priya won most of the rounds. The three of us had a delicious snack, her mom’s pav-bhaji and the hour passed away in a flash. At the end of the hour, nearly 8 PM, a strange figure struggled to grip the mahogany door of the house. It held on to the door latch, and tried to pull itself up but fell down again. The three of us stepped closer to see Vidya in a terrible state, with puddles of fresh blood oozing out of her nose and her ears, barely conscious.

“Suhas, bring dad’s car. We are taking her to the hospital.” Supreeth said. I could barely hear in my stunned daze, but Supreeth repeated loud enough to make me hear. Before I knew it, I began to run barefoot across the streets to fetch the car from my house.

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