He pushed me inside and quickly closed the door behind us. As soon as the door closed he said, "Go ahead and take that dress off. You don't want to ge... it all messed up."I was halfway through unbuttoning my dress before I realized that we weren't alone! I heard someone clear their throat and I pulled my dress closed and swiveled my head around to see a young man sitting at a desk doing paperwork. Or at least he had been until we came in.There was a look of shock on his face as he watched me. He. I didn't really learn much of what was happening but I was relieved that everything seemed pretty normal now. The women weren't what you'd run into at a place like this on earth, but I could tell that the couple of days they'd spent here were doing them worlds of good. The first day many of them had seemed tense and were constantly looking around to make sure one of the assholes wasn't sneaking up on them. By now they understood that the assholes were the ones that would end up tense for a. They slap me hard on the face, dick, ass, and chest in the name of bathing. Ram was laughing by seeing this. I was in pain. We all went to room all naked standing in front of Ram.Ram: What dresses are you bitches going to wear for the function?We all remained silent. Ram went to the wardrobe and find a sexy dress for us. He found some new material which we had never used yet. It was a new sari material which mom bought for the ladies when she went for a tour last time. Ram had an idea. He told. Because it makes me feel cared for! And that matters to me.”I was silent for a time, then said, in a small voice, “If you won’t have me, you should know that I have been considering suicide for some time. I have been so lonely, so full of pain.”He was quiet now. “Is that why you gave me the box of razor blades? To symbolically hand your life to me?”“Yes, that. But also, to show that I won’t need to hurt myself if you will do it for me. I would rather that because I know you won’t harm me. I’m.