I can’t say that I blame them. Have you heard the music kids are dancing to these days?’ This struck Paige as funny. ‘Poor Brian, wait until Ama...nda becomes a teenager.’ ‘I think she’s already there. She asked if I was boinking you.’ ‘What?’ Paige asked, not laughing now. ‘The guests were gone, and we were looking at the gifts the kids had received. By the way, the sweaters you sent are very nice. They fit perfectly.’ ‘Where did she get the idea that you are…boinking me?’ ‘Your daughter. It was. It was always watching her. It never moved, but it was at the end of the room, and the chain tethering her to the floor didn't allow her enough movement to escape its constant gaze. Even if she walked as close to the camera as her chain would allow, standing tall, her whole body from head to toe would still be captured for everyone to see. For an hour each week, her every move was scrutinised, recorded, and viewed by hundreds of total strangers. That was the thrill: letting herself submit. I heard the clinking of porcelain and understood that Nina was looking through the pots that stood on a table by the wall. Then one pot floated through the air, hovered over the girls face and a few drops of water dripped down onto her dry lips. She licked the drops eagerly. Another couple of drops fell on her tongue as she stretched it out to get to a little wetness on her upper lip. All the while her eyes remained tightly shut. I don't think she dared to look up, afraid that the dream might. The same was happening with Bunty too.Meanwhile, Subbarao and Gajendra came running into the room.“Madam, please calm down, please. Here have a glass of water”. Subbarao threw Bunty outside the room and offered her water which Urvashi gulped down immediately. Her throat got dry because of this high voltage drama. Her breathing was out of control.Subbarao tried to calm her down. He realized that Urvashi was coming back to her normal state.“I want to show you something but for that, you need to.