It was midnight, and Karan lay on the cold, hard floor beside Preeta's bed, struggling to find some semblance of comfort. His body ached from the day's punishments, but he dared not move or make a sound. Preeta's voice cut through the darkness, sharp and cold.
Preeta: "Karan, wake up."
Karan’s eyes snapped open, his heart racing. He quickly scrambled to his knees, blinking against the dim light in the room.
Preeta: "Did I give you permission to sleep?"
Karan: "No, Preeta. I'm sorry."
Preeta: "Sorry isn’t good enough. You know better than to sleep without my permission. Stand up."
Karan stood, his legs trembling from exhaustion. Preeta rose from her bed and walked over to him, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. She raised a hand, her long, manicured nails glinting in the faint light.
Preeta: "Let’s make sure you remember this lesson."
Without warning, she slashed her nails across his face, the sharp pain making Karan gasp. He didn’t move or try to protect himself; he knew better than to resist. Blood welled up from the deep scratches, trickling down his cheeks.
Preeta: "Does it hurt, Karan?"
Karan: "Yes, Preeta. But I deserve it."
Preeta: "That’s right. You deserve every bit of pain I inflict on you."
She continued to rake her nails across his face, each scratch deeper and more painful than the last. Karan's vision blurred with tears, but he kept his eyes open, refusing to look away from her. The pain was intense, but he welcomed it, knowing it was his punishment for disappointing her.
Preeta: "You enjoy this, don’t you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "You’re nothing but a pathetic masochist."
Karan: "Yes, Preeta. I’m happy to accept your punishment."
Preeta’s eyes sparkled with sadistic delight. She brought her hand up to his face again, this time slower, almost caressing him before digging her nails into his skin and peeling it away. Karan’s body shook with pain, but he remained silent, determined not to cry out.
Preeta: "Look at you, bleeding and pathetic," she sneered. "You’re a disgrace."
She held her hand up, showing him the bits of his skin and blood caught under her nails. A twisted smile spread across her face.
Preeta: "Eat it."
Karan hesitated for a split second, but quickly caught himself and nodded. "Yes, Preeta."
He took her hand gently, his stomach churning at the sight of his own torn flesh. He brought her fingers to his mouth and began to lick and nibble at the bits of skin and blood. The metallic taste of blood mixed with the bitterness of humiliation, but he forced himself to continue, knowing any hesitation would only result in further punishment.
Preeta: "Good boy," she cooed mockingly. "You see, this is what you’re meant for. To serve and please me, no matter how degrading or painful it is for you."
Karan continued to clean her nails, the taste of blood making him nauseous. Preeta watched him with satisfaction, her power over him evident in every demeaning command she gave.
Preeta: "When you’re done, I have more for you to do. You’ll scrub the bathroom floor with a toothbrush. And don’t even think about sleeping until I say so."
Karan: "Yes, Preeta."
Once he finished, Preeta pushed him away with a look of disgust. "Go."
Karan immediately went to the bathroom, his face stinging with every movement. He grabbed a toothbrush and got down on his hands and knees, scrubbing the tiles with meticulous care. The task was grueling, especially in his exhausted state, but he knew he had to perform perfectly to avoid further punishment.
Hours passed, and Karan’s body screamed for rest. He fought to keep his eyes open, his mind focused on the task at hand. The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, as dawn began to break, Preeta appeared in the doorway.
Preeta: "Have you learned your lesson, Karan?"
Karan: "Yes, Preeta."
Preeta: "Good. Now, finish up and prepare my breakfast. And remember, any mistake will not be tolerated."
Karan: "Yes, Preeta."
As he prepared breakfast, his hands trembled with exhaustion and pain. He forced himself to focus, knowing that any error would bring about more suffering. When he finally served the meal, Preeta inspected it with her usual critical eye.
Preeta: "Acceptable," she said, taking a bite. "You may sleep for one hour. Then you’ll continue with your chores."
Karan: "Thank you, Preeta."
He lay down on the floor, his body grateful for even the brief respite. As he closed his eyes, he knew that this small mercy was temporary. Preeta's control over him was absolute, and his life would continue to be a cycle of pain and submission. Yet, in his twisted devotion, he found a strange sense of fulfillment in serving her, no matter how cruelly she treated him.
