Payal's Submission Ch. 05

The characters mentioned in this story are purely fictional, and there are no references to real life. Some of the acts mentioned in the story might hurt the reader's sentiments, but this is purely a work of fiction.

Thank you for your encouragement; it motivates me to write more. I apologise for any shortcomings.

I wish to extend sincere thanks to @kenjisato, who has proofread the story and suggested edits in record time; a billion thanks, Kenji, I look forward to working with you for upcoming chapters, as well.

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Payal, was still sleeping in her bed after the day long, brutal betrayal in the hands of Ron and Vir. After hanging up the phone, Ron went into the room to wake up the sleeping beauty. She was in a deep sleep with her bathrobe on. Ron flipped open the robe, and in a flash, her juicy breasts were exposed to the chill of the room. He grabbed a glass full of ice-cold water and threw at her naked body.

A sharp undercurrent passed through her entire body, and with a huge shiver, she woke up to the assault.

"Aaahhhhh! Shit, please stop!!!" she cried.

"Wake up, cunt, your sleep time is over. Now, it's time to entertain me," said Ron.

"Ron... please, stop this assault. I can't take this anymore. I will complain about this to my hubby, Raj."

"Go tell Raj, or even the police. Nobody will come to your rescue for the damage done by your husband to my dad's company. Raj will be arrested in Singapore under international law and he cannot be deported back to India ever," said Ron, in his harshest voice.

Shocked, Payal could not believe what she was hearing. Random thoughts occupied her mind as to how he knew Raj, the company he works for, and how he knew of Raj's travel plan. "Is everything okay with Raj? Is he... all right?" she asked, softly.

"No! Certainly he is not all right, Payal. You know he has cheated my dad, his boss, and has caused a huge loss for our company! He can be arrested at any moment in Singapore!" said Ron.

The urgency thrummed through her veins, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. "Raj!" her mind screamed, "I need to call Raj!"

As she passed the doorway, Ron pulled on her bathrobe from behind. Before she could react, before she could even register she was already half-naked, the loose fabric of her bathrobe was ripped off from her body. A sudden, shocking cold enveloped her. She was completely bare, fully exposed in front of her monster in the dim light. For a nanosecond, the world seemed to stop -- the scent of old books from the room, the distant hum of the refrigerator -- the sudden, stark reality of her nakedness.

Without a single pause, without a backward glance at Ron or the discarded robe, she ran. Her bare skin prickled in the cool air, but her legs pumped, carrying her forward, further down the hall, her eyes fixed on the glint of her mobile phone on the polished wood of the console table. Each footfall was a defiant echo of her unwavering resolve.

As she bent to pick the mobile from the floor, a heavy hand tangled her loose hair from behind and yanked her head back with a sharp, searing pain.

A choked cry escaped her lips, "Awwh!" Through a blur of tears, she saw his face. It was Vir.

Before she could even struggle, another dark shape lunged forward. A leg, powerful and deliberate, slammed down on her mobile phone. The screen shattered with a sickening crack, the sound echoing her own breaking hope. Aman straightened, dusting off his boot, a chillingly casual smirk on his face. Vir, Aman, Ron -- they were all here. The perpetrators. Together. In this room.

As the spinning slowly subsided, and her vision began to clear, the true nightmare unveiled itself. There, directly in front of her, was a sight that ripped the air from her lungs and turned her blood to ice. Her sister, Trisa. She was being held upright by Aman, utterly vulnerable. Trisa was naked, a stark red blindfold cutting across her eyes, a thick ball-gag biting into her mouth, silencing any plea or cry. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back with gleaming handcuffs.

Ron stepped into the hallway with an unnerving calm. He moved with a slow, deliberate confidence that was a chilling counterpoint to the raw brutality of Vir and Aman. His eyes swept over the scene -- Payal, dishevelled and captive; Aman, standing like a brutish guard; Trisa, in her horrifying state of exposure and restraint. A ghost of a smile, cold and calculating, touched Ron's lips.

He stopped a few feet from Payal, his gaze sharp and piercing. "Well, Payal," Ron said, his voice smooth, almost gentle, but underscored with a steely menace that made her tremble. "It seems we finally have your complete attention."

"No more frantic calls to Raj," Ron pointed to Trisa, firmly held in the clutches of Aman. "Also... I'm afraid... he won't be able to help you."

Ron let the silence stretch for a moment, amplifying the tension. "Your husband," he continued, after a long pause, "has been a very foolish man. He committed fraud, Payal. A rather substantial fraud against my company. He could face a lifetime of jail abroad."

The words slammed into Payal's already battered mind. Her husband? Fraud? The accusation was a fresh layer of bewilderment and terror.

"So," Ron said, his eyes then looking at a naked Payal, and a bound Trisa, "this is simply... a means to set things right. A way to ensure his full cooperation."

He paused, letting his gaze linger on Trisa, then back to Payal. "You and your sister? You are the leverage. The bait. Until your husband rectifies the considerable damage he has caused, your... situation will serve as a very potent motivator for him."

"Bait." The word, so casually delivered, struck Payal with the force of a physical blow. A fresh wave of despair, colder and deeper than before, washed over her, threatening to extinguish the last embers of her will.

What could she say? What could she possibly do? Pleading felt utterly useless against the cold resolve she saw in Ron's eyes. Defiance seemed an impossible feat when terror held her so completely in its grip.

Vir, as if sensing her internal paralysis, gave her hair another sharp, painful tug. "Cat got your tongue, Payal?" he sneered, his breath hot and unpleasant on her face.

Ron, watching her, came right up to Payal's face. "Your husband will be made to understand the terms of his... settlement. Until such time, you and your sister will extend full cooperation."

Payal finally found her voice, though it was a mere whisper, raspy and trembling. "He... he wouldn't," she choked out. "He wouldn't do that. There must be some mistake."

Aman, who had been silent until then, let out a short, harsh laugh. "A mistake? Lady, the only mistake was him getting caught."

Ron raised a perfectly manicured hand, silencing Aman with a slight gesture. "Belief is a comfort, Payal, but it changes little here. The evidence is... compelling. However, your opinion on the matter is, frankly, irrelevant to the current necessities."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over them. "Now, gentlemen," he said, his voice taking on a new edge of command, "I believe our guests have overstayed their welcome in the hallway. Let's escort them somewhere a little more secure, shall we?"

Ron's chilling words, 'somewhere a little more secure,' echoed in Payal's ears, each syllable tightening the knot of dread in her stomach. Secure meant further from any chance of help, deeper into their control.

Vir, with a grunt, finally let go of her hair, only to seize her upper arm in a grip that felt like iron bands. "On your feet," he growled, hauling her upright so forcefully, she nearly pitched forward.

Her legs were trembling, barely able to support her. She cast a desperate, terrified look towards Trisa. Aman approached her sister. The sight of Trisa, still blindfolded, gagged, and her hands cuffed, about to be roughly handled, ignited a spark of desperate, futile defiance in Payal.

"Leave her alone! Don't you dare hurt her more!" she cried, her voice cracking with a mixture of rage and fear.

Aman just let out a dismissive sneer, taking Trisa's bound arm with a roughness that made Payal wince. Trisa, behind her gag, made a small, muffled sound of distress and flinched, but was, otherwise, forced to comply, her movements stiff and hampered.

"Move them," Ron instructed, his voice devoid of any emotion, watching from a few paces back. His calm demeanor was almost more terrifying than the overt aggression of the other two men.

Propelled by Vir's grip, Payal was forced forward. She stumbled, her bare feet cold against the floor, every instinct screaming in protest. With every step, the chilling unknown of their destiny loomed larger, and the fragile remnants of her hope dwindled. She kept glancing back at Trisa -- her sister's silent, tormented form, a spear of agony in her own heart. The question of what horrors awaited them in her own house was a silent scream in her mind.

Vir thrust open a heavy bedroom door. The near-total darkness and the spine-chilling air conditioner, sent shivers to both sisters. Aman, without a word, shoved Trisa roughly into the blackness. Trisa stumbled, her bound hands useless to break her fall, and a small cry of pain escaped her gag.

"Trisa!" Payal shouted, her voice raw with anguish, as she lunged forward despite Vir's restraining grip.

He jerked her back so hard that stars momentarily exploded behind her eyes.

"Charming, isn't it?" Ron remarked, his voice smooth, and laced with a biting sarcasm as he stepped fully into the room.

Vir, wasting no time, shoved Payal hard towards the chair. "Sit," he commanded, his voice a low growl.

Her legs, weak and trembling, buckled, and she sank onto the hard, cold wood. Aman, meanwhile, had dragged Trisa, who was struggling to maintain her footing, towards the far wall. Her sister looked utterly broken, her head bowed, the stark white of the blindfold and the cruel line of the gag a terrible contrast against her pale, sweat-sheened skin. The sight was a fresh knife-twist in Payal's heart.

"We wouldn't want you getting any adventurous ideas, Payal," Ron said, his voice losing its mocking edge, turning flat and business-like. He nodded curtly to Vir.

From one of the nearby boxes that was brought by Vir in the morning, he produced a length of thick, coarse rope.

Payal's eyes widened, a fresh wave of terror washing over her. "No... please, don't..." she stammered, but her plea was ignored.

Vir was brutally efficient, yanking her arms behind the chair back, and binding her wrists together so tightly, the rope bit savagely into her skin. He then secured her ankles to the chair legs, rendering her completely immobile. Each rasp of the rope, each tightening knot, seemed to sever another thread of her dwindling hope.

Once Vir was satisfied with his work, he stepped back, breathing heavily.

Ron inspected the bonds with a critical eye, then a small, cruel smile touched his lips. "Excellent. Thorough, as always, Vir. Now, Aman, ensure our other guest is... similarly disinclined to explore her surroundings."

Payal watched in impotent horror, as Aman turned his attention to Trisa. "She's already bound!" Payal cried out, her voice hoarse and desperate. "She can barely stand! What more can you possibly do to her?"

Aman ignored her completely. He grabbed Trisa by her bound arms and with a callous shove, forced her down to sit on the cold floor right in front of tightly bound Payal.

"No. My sweetheart. Sorry you had to go through this!" Payal cried out.

"There," Ron stated, his voice conveying a chilling sense of finality, "love between sisters. Let's see more of it. Entertain us, you bitches." He looked from one sister to the other.

"I trust, Vir, you have to unfold her eye-blinds and the gag, too?"

Payal could only glare back at him through a blur of helpless tears, a tempest of impotent rage and soul-crushing despair warring within her.

Vir laughed out from the bottom of his stomach, and freed Trisa from both the blindfold and gag. She gasped for fresh air first and her blurry eyes could not recognize the situation.

Payal cried out. "Trisa! Trisa!! See me! I'm here! Are you fine?"

"Sister!" Trisa cried out loud, on seeing Payal secured to her ankles to the chair legs.

"Are you fine? Bastards, leave her alone."

The trio burst out in laughter, seeing the situation of both the sisters.

To be continued...