Days flowed seamlessly for Preeta, each passing hour a blend of amusement and luxury at Karan's expense. Her lavish cabin had transformed into her personal playground, where Karan was the unwilling toy, fulfilling her every whim. Preeta's involvement in school matters had dwindled to almost nothing; she no longer cared about the responsibilities that came with her position. Instead, her primary focus was on breaking Karan further each day, finding new ways to degrade and control him.
For Karan, life had become a series of humiliations. He was now punctual to a fault, arriving early each day to complete his chores for Preeta. But even his newfound dedication wasn't enough to shield him from her constant cruelty. One morning, Preeta had a particularly sadistic idea, and with a malicious smile, she summoned Karan to her side.
"Karan," Preeta called, tapping her nails impatiently on her desk as she lounged back, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I have a new task for you today. Go to the parking lot and lick the tyres of my car. I want them spotless."
Karan's eyes widened in horror at the bizarre command, but he knew better than to protest. He nodded obediently, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Yes, Mam," he murmured, his voice hollow. He turned and made his way to the parking lot, dread weighing heavily on him.
Once outside, Karan found Preeta's luxurious car gleaming under the sunlight. He hesitated, glancing around to ensure no one was watching. The parking lot was deserted, and he steeled himself for what was about to come. Kneeling beside the muddy tyres, he took a deep breath and, with a mixture of shame and disgust, began to lick. The grime and dirt clung to his tongue, the taste of rubber and filth overwhelming his senses. He continued, driven by the knowledge that refusal would only lead to harsher punishment.
Suddenly, a sharp kick landed on the back of his head, sending his face crashing against the rough surface of the tyre. Karan flinched, his heart racing, and looked up to see Preeta towering over him, her expression one of cruel delight.
"What are you waiting for?" she sneered, pressing her stiletto against his neck. "Did I tell you to stop? Keep licking, Karan. Make sure every inch is clean, or I'll make this much worse for you."
Karan nodded, his face flushed with humiliation. He resumed licking, the salty taste of dirt and grime filling his mouth. Preeta's grip tightened as she pushed his face harder against the tyre, enjoying the power she held over him.
"Good boy," she taunted, her voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "This is what you're meant for. This is all you'll ever be-my little plaything."
Karan's spirit had all but crumbled. He had resigned himself to this torment, believing this was his fate. Preeta had broken him so completely that he no longer saw himself as anything more than a tool for her amusement.
A few hours later, Preeta sat in a large conference room, her demeanor uncharacteristically subdued. She was meeting with the school's trustees i.e. Karan's father, who was known for his strict adherence to protocol and high standards. Preeta hadn't completed any of her work, and it didn't take long for the meeting to turn sour.
"Karan's father, glanced at the documents in front of him and shook his head disapprovingly. "Ms. Preeta, it's clear that you haven't been keeping up with your responsibilities. These reports are incomplete, and I've received complaints about your lack of involvement in school activities. This is unacceptable."
Preeta clenched her fists under the table, her face reddening with anger. She hated being lectured, especially in front of the entire panel. He continued, his voice stern and authoritative. "We trusted you with this position, expecting you to contribute meaningfully to our school's growth. But all I see is negligence. I expect you to shape up immediately, or there will be consequences."
