Aisha froze when she read the message. Brother-in-law. The term was unmistakably meant for Victor—and the only person brazen enough to use it against her was none other than Rohit.
Her chest tightened. How could that useless cousin possibly know? Then a memory struck: the video call link that had asked for permissions.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips. Her phone… hacked. If her suspicion was right, then her fate would be far worse than the nameless girls she and her gangs had broken before.
Still, Aisha wasn't completely cornered—not yet.
She told herself she had leverage, reasons to negotiate. That thought steadied her, if only slightly.
She switched off her phone at once, hoping to cut off further damage, and began calculating her options.
Time ticked mercilessly. She slipped out of her room, careful not to alert Tanya. The sound of running water came from the bathroom—perfect. With slow, deliberate steps, she swiped her sister's phone and hurried back.
Changing quickly into her dark brown colored one-piece dress, she stuffed the stolen phone into her purse. No makeup this time; she couldn't afford delays.
Calling out as casually as she could, she said, "I'm going out for a bit. Call me if you need something."
Tanya's muffled "Okay" answered from behind the bathroom door.
Guilt pricked her, but survival came first. Instead of leaving the guest wing, Aisha veered toward Rohit's room, glancing over her shoulder to be sure no one saw. She slipped inside.
"Rohit, are you there?" she asked as she entered.
The room was empty. On the desk sat his new laptop, and next to it, a fresh phone. Relief poured over her in a shaky exhale.
"Maybe I overreacted," she muttered, forcing a smirk. She reached for the phone, intent on pocketing it in purse for leverage later.
The bathroom door swung open.
"What are you doing here?"
She spun, nearly dropping the purse. Rohit stepped out with one hand bandaged, towel in neck, sweat still clinging to his skin . For an instant she forgot to breathe—then her gaze fell lower, and shock widened her eyes, her jaw slack.
Rohit's eight inch dick was full on display. It was erect and veins bulging as if it saluted for her presence.
"You—why are you here… naked?" she stammered.
He wrapped the towel around his waist, calm and unbothered. "I was having a private moment. But you still haven't answered me. Why are you in my room?"
Her throat went dry. Each step he took forward made her retreat until her legs hit the bed and she sat down with a thud.
"I… I came to say sorry," she forced out, voice breaking. "For what happened before."
Rohit's smug smile only deepened. He loomed over her, not touching her, but making her lean back instinctively under his presence. His right hand on the edge as his nose few inches from her.
"Oh? If that's true," he said smoothly, "then why is my new phone in your purse?"
Her pulse spiked. "No—you're wrong—" she tried, but his hand was already in her bag, plucking the device free. He dangled it in front of her.
"I caught you the moment I opened that door," he said coldly. "Stealing from me, cousin? Not a wise choice."
Panic flared, but she clung to the last weapon she had. "Move, or I'll scream."
Rohit tilted his head, smirk curling. "Did I forget to mention? My PC camera's always on. Everything you've done since stepping in here—it's already recorded. In 4K."
For a moment, hope sparked. Aisha smirked back, grasping at bravado. "Then you can't do anything to me. That recording still protects me."
His expression faltered only for a heartbeat before a darker grin replaced it. "Oh, then let's change the game. How about I make you famous… for what White Ghost had you do?"
Her blood ran cold. The color drained from her face. "So…so it was you. You.. you hacked my phone."
He brushed her cheek with casual mockery. "How adorable when you stutter. But remember, you're the one holding recordings of minors. That's least five years in jail, minimum under POSCO act. And since you're an adult now, your total statement without any discount should be…" He tapped his fingers, counting aloud. "One, two, three, four... or perhaps five. Shall we try it?"
A hiccup slipped past her trembling lips. "Wh-what do you want?"
He leaned closer, touched her soft lips, then slid his hand down to squeeze her boobs over the fabric with deliberate and slow movements. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable.
But nothing came.
When she dared to open them again, Rohit was no longer looming. He sat comfortably in his chair, legs folded, watching her from a distance.
Her heartbeat slowed. A breath of relief. 'Yes. He's still the same dumb loser. He doesn't have the balls to go through with it.'
But her fleeting relief shattered at his next words.
"I didn't leave you because I'm afraid of consequences," Rohit said coolly. "I touched you to show you one thing: I can take you whenever I want. Whenever. However. Understand?"
Aisha's knees buckled. She dropped to the floor, hands trembling, her composure cracking as tears blurred her vision. "Please, Rohit… cousin… forgive me. I beg you—everything I've done, I swear I'll change. Please."
He scoffed. "I'd rather trust a crocodile than your apology. Keep that performance for someone else. I'll decide what's to be concluded."
"Please, Rohit…" she whispered again, but his glare silenced her.
"Don't irritate me, or I swear…" His voice dropped into a quiet threat.
She bit back a sob, staring at the floor as she waited for his judgment.
"Tell me something," he said suddenly, his tone almost casual. "Did you bring your sister's phone?"
Aisha's breath hitched; she nodded, tears still streaming.
"And you know the passcode?"
Another small nod.
A slow, predatory grin stretched across his face. "Not bad. Not bad. You certainly deserve a reward." He scratched his chin as if pondering, then something flickered in his eyes. He spat on the polished floor, rubbing the saliva with his toe.
"Crawl to me," he said softly, dangerously. "Like the bitch you are. Lick my toe clean."
Her hands flew together, fingers clasping in desperate prayer. "Please… anything but not that. How can you ask a girl—"
"Now you remember what it's like on the receiving end?" His voice cut through her plea like a blade. "Where was your mercy when you tormented those girls at school? Where was your shame then? Don't talk to me about forgiveness."
A sob tore from her throat. "Please…"
"I've locked the door," he continued, leaning back with a casualness that chilled her more than his threats. "No one will come. There is nothing to fear."
He tilted his head with smirk returning. "But… I'll be fair. Perform well enough, and maybe you walk out of here free. Fail, and…" His grin widened. "Well, you can guess."
She hiccuped, trembling. "Pro…promise?"
"Hurry up," he said, eyes narrowing. "Once it dries, I can't promise anything."
Something inside her broke. Without another word, Aisha lowered herself, crawling across the carpet toward him.
Humiliation burned hotter than her tears; her face was turned red, streaked with mascara and shame. She focused on the task, her mind numb as she approached him.
When she reached him, she bent low and licked his toe clean, eyes squeezed shut, humiliation scalding every inch of her.
"Good bitch," he murmured, patting her head like an obedient pet. "Now, your trial. You're an online stripper, right? I won't touch you. But you're free to do anything. Make me come within thirty minutes, and I'll delete everything. Fail…" He leaned closer, voice low. "And you will be my exclusive slave. Forever. Deal?"
Aisha staggered back, panic flooding her face "What… that's impossible. We're still cousins."
"Wrong," Rohit smirked. "Adopted. And you forget—you once called me a pervert for watching my sister undress. Ringing any bells?"
Her throat closed up. This was worse than anything she had imagined.
He gave her no time to recover. Dropping his towel, he let the heavy fabric fall away, his erection twitching with anticipation.
"Quick," he said with sharp voice, as he pointed to wall clock. "Your thirty minutes start now. Fail, and it's over."
Her eyes darted to the monstrous shaft, her stomach twisting with dread. Rohit was far more dangerous than she'd ever believed.
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//A/N: I have an event to attend so I am a bit busy today. Will try to upload two chapters tomorrow to increase the pacing but again no promise. Thanks for reading..