The bedroom was a tomb of velvet and trauma, the air thick with the cloying, sickly-sweet scent of arousal masked by the sharp sting of antiseptic. As Sunita and Riya entered, the sight of Meera froze the blood in their veins. She lay sprawled at an awkward, unnatural angle across the center of the sprawling bed, the sheets beneath her damp and stained.

Meera’s body was a roadmap of Aarav’s unrestrained obsession. Her breasts, swollen and sensitive to the point of bruising, bore the faint, darkening crescent marks of his teeth, the skin pulled taut and raw. Between her thighs, the evidence of his relentless, unyielding penetration was even more harrowing—the delicate tissues of her cunt were inflamed, swollen, and weeping, while the delicate skin around her asshole was rimmed with harsh, angry red welts where he had forced his way in without regard for her limits. She wasn't just tired; she was broken.