LOVE AND DHARMA

7. LIMP AND LIFELESS

The night was cloaked in a heavy silence, broken only by the distant sound of crickets. Sabyasachi's henchmen moved swiftly through the underbrush, their eyes sharp and focused. They were tracking down one of the escaped female prisoners, determined to bring her back to face whatever punishment awaited her.

Their search led them to a remote cabin where a Russian girl named Marie lived. The henchmen barged in, their presence menacing and oppressive. Marie looked up, startled, her eyes widening with fear.

"Where is she?" one of the henchmen growled, his voice cold and threatening.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," Marie stammered, her accent thick with fear.

Her answer did not satisfy them. One of the henchmen, a brute named Raghav, stepped forward, grabbing her roughly by the arm. "You're lying," he hissed. "Maybe some pain will jog your memory."

He pulled out a stick, striking her hard across the buttocks. Marie cried out, tears streaming down her boobs. When she continued to plead ignorance, Raghav's frustration boiled over. He discarded the stick and yanked her closer, his hand coming down hard on her butt. The sound of the spanking echoed in the small cabin.

Kripanath, the wise old henchman, watched the scene unfold with a growing sense of unease. His hand hovered over the gun at his waist, his eyes narrowing as he saw Raghav's increasing brutality.

"Enough," Kripanath finally said, his voice calm but commanding. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Raghav. "Stop this now."

Raghav froze, his hand still raised. He glared at Kripanath but reluctantly stepped back, muttering under his breath.

The tension in the room was palpable as Kripanath lowered his gun. They resumed their search, and it wasn't long before they found the escaped prisoner hiding in a nearby shed. The woman tried a different tactic to save herself. She began to undress, attempting to seduce them, hoping it might buy her time or mercy.

The men hesitated, some of them exchanging uncertain glances. But before she could complete her desperate act, Raghav, his patience long gone, raised his gun and fired. The shot rang out, and the woman fell to the ground, her body limp and lifeless.

Silence filled the air as the henchmen stood over her. Kripanath, his face etched with sorrow, stepped forward and removed his coat. He draped it over her naked body, covering her dignity in death.

"Let's go," he said quietly, his voice heavy with resignation. The henchmen turned and left, leaving behind the cabin and the grim reminder of their violent world.

Vrushali stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, her bed strewn with an array of dresses and outfits. She sighed, frustrated with her indecision. Tonight's dinner with Vijay was important, and she wanted everything to be perfect, including her appearance.

She slipped into a pair of tight pants, admiring how they hugged her curves. But as she bent over slightly to pick up her shoes, she heard a loud rip. Startled, she looked back to see the fabric had torn, revealing her buttocks. Blushing furiously, she quickly took them off and tossed them aside.

"Great," she muttered to herself. "Just what I needed."

Searching through her wardrobe, she found an extremely short skirt. It wasn't her first choice, but time was running out. She put it on, hoping it would be enough for the evening.