"Don’t move," Mr. Kapoor’s voice was like a cold wind in the warm room, sending a shiver down her spine. She didn’t dare move a muscle, the bottles inside her feeling like a claim on her body. The anticipation of what was to come was almost unbearable, but she knew better than to disobey.

Mr. Kapoor returned with a small, leather-bound notebook and a pen. He sat on the bed, his legs spread wide, watching her with an eerie calmness. "Now, we’re going to make a list," he said, flipping open the book. "Every time you disobey, every time you fail to meet my expectations, I will add to your punishment."