"You don't get to come until we say," Alia breathed against her ear, nails scraping down the column of her throat. "Understood?" Nandini nodded frantically, her chest heaving, but Alia's grip tightened. "Use your words, cow."

"Yes—yes, I understand," Nandini gasped, the words thick with humiliation. Manik's fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her to watch as Alia rose gracefully to her feet and stepped back, surveying their handiwork. Honey glazed Nandini's torso in uneven patches, the ants swarming in drunken trails. Her breasts glistened with a mix of milk and oil, the clamps pulling her nipples into tight, aching points.