He led her to the elevator, his grip on the rope around her neck tightening. The lift man looked up from his phone, his eyes widening at the sight of Shreya on all fours, her breasts bound and her body adorned with metal. "Whose slut is this?" liftman demanded, his voice echoing in the small space.

Shreya felt a flush of embarrassment, but she knew better than to speak without permission. She kept her eyes down, her breaths shallow and fast. "Mister Kapoor's," Shubham said, a smirk playing on his lips. "But tonight, she's everyone's mouthfuck slut."