Keerthi felt so defeated: a bad break up with her long time boyfriend whom she believed will go no to marry her. But the guy had a different idea a on... night stand that left her feeling used and degraded, and now her marks were telling the story. Keerthi became lost in her own depression. Not noticing that class had ended, she began to silently weep.Malathi the wicked reader had noticed the misty-eyed look on Keerthi’s face all during class. As she gathered up her belongings after class, she. Coils of rope bindher hands and wrists to the posts of the bed. It is warm, almost hotin this windowless cellar, lit by countless candles of red and whiteon the floor, on shelves on the wall. Her body is stretched, her firmbreasts riding high, her skin golden in the candle light, glisteningwith a fine sheen of sweat. She might even be comfortable, still dazedfrom the drug, if she weren't starting to be so scared andconfused. She had woken out of her drugged sleep just a while ago, nomemory of. So I went to my parent’s bedroom door every day to learn what that sex between married couples are. Sometimes door was ajar, sometimes I watched from the gap between the floor and the door, and sometimes I just listened to their talk.First time when I see sex, I was shocked. My mom took pants off of my dad, and there was a thick finger like thing with a red mushroom looking end in front of my dad, and my mom had a slit like I do. What is interesting is, if my mom holds that thing dangling in. I didn't go in and start a big scene or anything. I walked away and went right out the front door. I called my husband and told him I was going away for the weekend with some girl friends and would be back Sunday night. He could tell something was wrong but I played it off as though I was tired from a long day at work. About an hour later I pulled up to the hotel; once I got into my room I started to plan my revenge. I was going to hurt him just as bad as he hurt me if not more. This was going.