Chapter 2

Rajesh tightened the leather cuffs around Fatima’s wrists and ankles, spreading her on the cold marble floor of the hidden suite. Her arms stretched overhead, secured to a steel ring bolted into the wall. Her legs were forced wide, ankles chained to floor anchors. A thick leather collar circled her throat, connected by a short chain to a ceiling hook that kept her head tilted back at an uncomfortable angle.

He approached with the nose hooks first. Two polished steel hooks, thin and curved, slid into her nostrils. He pushed them deep until the curve caught behind her septum. Then he clipped the ends to a small ring at the top of her collar, forcing her nose upward in a permanent pig-like snout. The tension made her eyes water, but she stayed silent.

Next came the fish hooks. Rajesh selected two new, razor-sharp ones. He pinched her left nipple, stretching the long brown bud until it stood out stiff and vulnerable. Without warning he drove the point through the base of the nipple, pushing until the barb emerged on the other side. Fatima’s body jerked hard against the restraints. A thin line of blood welled around the steel. He repeated the process on her right nipple, driving the second hook through with the same deliberate cruelty. Small weights dangled from each hook, swinging with every breath she took and tugging the pierced flesh downward.