Rani’s body was covered in marks. Her wrists had rope burns, her big boobs were sore with red circles from being tied, and her pussy was stretched and leaking Mr. Gupta’s thick cum. She felt like a completely used and broken maid whose body no longer belonged to her. But every night she waited for Mr. Gupta’s next dark command with a strange hunger.

The next night, after all other tenants slept and the slum became completely quiet, Mr. Gupta called Rani to his room. Rani went with trembling legs. As soon as she entered, Mr. Gupta locked the door and looked at her with cold, dangerous eyes.