Conclusion

They finished and got dressed like nothing had happened. Abhilash wiped his hands on a towel and looked at the three of us on the ruined bed. Monika was curled on her side, wrists finally untied, holding Supriya against her. Both of them were shaking. Cum streaked Monika’s thighs and stomach. Supriya’s face was wet. I sat at the edge of the mattress, still breathing hard.

“We’re leaving,” Vamsi said. He picked up the phone that had recorded everything. “But this house is ours now. You don’t lock the doors. When we call, you answer. When we come over, you let us in.”

Abhilash nodded toward Supriya. “She’s our slut. We want her, we take her. Same for your mom. Same for you if we feel like watching again. You don’t get to say no anymore.”

Monika lifted her head. Her voice was hoarse. “Get out. All of you. Get out of my house.”

They ignored her. Abhilash looked straight at me. “You fucked her while we watched. You came inside her. We have the video. You try to run or call anyone, it goes out. Your mom, your sister, you—everyone sees it. So you stay. You wait for us to call. That’s how this works now.”

Vamsi smiled. “We’ll text when we want Supriya. Or both of them. You’ll make sure they’re ready. Understand?”

I didn’t answer. Monika did. She turned on me, eyes red and furious even while tears still ran. “How could you? I begged you. I said no. And you still—” Her voice broke. She pulled Supriya closer. “You enjoyed it. I felt you. Get away from us.”

I stood up. My legs felt unsteady. “We can leave. Right now. We can go somewhere else.”

Abhilash laughed once. “Try. We have the videos. We know where you live, where she works, where Supriya goes to college. You walk out that door and the clips go to everyone you know before you reach the end of the street. You’re not leaving. None of you are.”

Monika looked at the door, then at me, then at Supriya. The anger on her face cracked into something smaller. She wiped her eyes with a shaking hand. “They can’t… they can’t just keep us.”

“They can,” Vamsi said. “Because you already let it happen. And because we’ll be back tomorrow, or the next day, whenever we want. Supriya will open her legs. Your mom will too. And you’ll watch or join, whatever we tell you. You’re ours now. All three of you. Just things we use when we feel like it.”

They walked to the door. Abhilash paused and looked back at Supriya. “We’ll call you first. Be ready.” Then they left. The front door closed. The house went quiet except for Monika’s uneven breathing and Supriya’s soft crying.

Monika didn’t look at me. She kept her arms around Supriya and stared at the stained sheets. “We can’t leave,” she whispered. “They won’t let us. They’ll just… keep coming back.” Her voice was flat now. “We’re just things to them.”

I stood there, the smell of sex still thick in the room, knowing she was right. They would call. They would come. And none of us would be able to stop them.