The room was dimly lit, the air thick with a heady mix of arousal and anticipation. Gauri sat tied to the wooden chair, her wrists and ankles bound tightly with coarse rope. The chair itself was old and weathered, the once smooth wood now rough and splintered. She squirmed uncomfortably, the rope digging into her soft flesh as she tried to find a comfortable position. But there was no comfort to be found, not with Omkara looming over her, his eyes dark and lust-filled as he gazed upon her bound form.

"Don't struggle, little mouse," he purred, his voice low and dangerous. "It will only make things worse for you."