"Now, stand up," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. "And raise your hands straight up."

Kavya obeyed, her body moving on autopilot as she climbed onto the table. The leather was cold against her skin, sending a shiver through her body. She stood in the same position, her legs spread apart, hands in the air, feeling like a piece of meat on display at the mercy of her monstrous boyfriend. The chain attached to her collar clinked against the floor, a constant reminder of her newfound servitude.