I make my intentions clear (Dark)

Author's note: This path is not for the faint of heart. It is much more brutal than the other path. Expect raceplay, **** sexual acts, **** and verbal degradation and overall nastiness. Stay away from this path unless you are into this kind of shit.

“This is no joke, Miss Kapadia.” Riya jerks at the harshness of my tone. “A colored girl working in my house has no right to levity.” This is the first time I've used the word 'colored' this way, but under the circumstances it fits perfectly.

“No, Sir.” Riya's eyes drop to the floor, “I'm sorry, Sir.”

“I don't know what Alison told you about this position, girl.” I push the slender girl into the kitchen roughly, “You're not a fair-skinned, God-fearing Christian like her, Riya.” I warn her, “You're a penniless, brown-skinned foreigner stuck in a strange land. You're lucky you have a goddamned bed to sleep in at all.” It is a little cruel to remind Riya of her unfortunate position but compared to what I have in mind for this pretty little thing it is the least of her worries.

“I understand -” judging by the smirk on Riya's face I'm almost certain that she doesn't understand at all, but when my palm hits her cheek with a loud smack, she begins to. I'm pretty sure this is the first time this daughter of a privileged upper-class family has ever been struck like this, and I see a combination of shock, indignation and fear sweep over her face.

“Get out of those American clothes.” I bark as she stares at me in confusion, “You can wear those slut clothes when you're in town and at classes, but in this house, you'll dress like a proper Indian maid servant.”

“I'll go cha -” SMACK! Another slap stops her before she can even finish the sentence.

“No!” Riya looks up at me more confused than ever. “Take them off here. I want to see if your skinny assed body is even worth all this trouble.”