13-05-2019, 07:07 PM
"I believe you have something for me."
Chagrined, Archana dropped the rolled up measuring tape into his palm as she asked meekly, "Can I go get my robe, sweetie?"
Ravi shook his head. "There's no need for a robe, Mom. Deepak wants me to take your measurements for his records. Let's go into the living room and get started. I promised him I'd send them to back to him tonight."
Stunned, Archana looked at her son, her mouth agape.
"M-m-my ... m-measurements?" She asked disbelievingly.
"That's right," Ravi replied with a voice so cold it made her shiver. "Deepak is putting together a small brochure on you that includes your vital statistics and he asked me to measure you tonight for him."
"I ... I don't understand."
Ravi pulled out his phone and took a moment to open the text message app. He quickly found what he wanted and showed the screen to Archana. It was the signature page on the "ownership" document Deepak had asked her to sign.
"You're Deepak's property now, Mom. You belong to him. He asked me to do a favor by measuring you for him. I agreed. So, let's get down to it."
Any hope that she could spin the events that had occurred at the home evaporated as Archana realized her son was now privy to everything. She numbly let him take her wrist to lead her out of the entryway and she followed him submissively like a small child.
She felt completely hollow and didn't know what to say. It was as though she was in a strange art house film as her son brought her into the living room where he had assembled his own collection of candles that flickered and danced around them providing an eerie reminder of the scene she had encountered at Deepak's house earlier in the evening.
Ravi had moved furniture aside to leave an open space in the center of the room and he guided her there, taking her hips with his hands to position her where he wanted her to stand. As he did so he pulled a small notepad from his back pocket and placed it along with a Bic ballpoint pen on an end table while she watched nervously.
"Sweetie, I don't ..." Archana started to speak but he abruptly cut her off.
"No talking," he said curtly. "Hands to your sides, please."
His tone was matter-of-fact as though he didn't have the slightest regard for her feelings. From the moment she arrived it was evident he didn't want any conversation. His attitude was all business and now it was clear that SHE was the business at hand.
Chagrined, Archana dropped the rolled up measuring tape into his palm as she asked meekly, "Can I go get my robe, sweetie?"
Ravi shook his head. "There's no need for a robe, Mom. Deepak wants me to take your measurements for his records. Let's go into the living room and get started. I promised him I'd send them to back to him tonight."
Stunned, Archana looked at her son, her mouth agape.
"M-m-my ... m-measurements?" She asked disbelievingly.
"That's right," Ravi replied with a voice so cold it made her shiver. "Deepak is putting together a small brochure on you that includes your vital statistics and he asked me to measure you tonight for him."
"I ... I don't understand."
Ravi pulled out his phone and took a moment to open the text message app. He quickly found what he wanted and showed the screen to Archana. It was the signature page on the "ownership" document Deepak had asked her to sign.
"You're Deepak's property now, Mom. You belong to him. He asked me to do a favor by measuring you for him. I agreed. So, let's get down to it."
Any hope that she could spin the events that had occurred at the home evaporated as Archana realized her son was now privy to everything. She numbly let him take her wrist to lead her out of the entryway and she followed him submissively like a small child.
She felt completely hollow and didn't know what to say. It was as though she was in a strange art house film as her son brought her into the living room where he had assembled his own collection of candles that flickered and danced around them providing an eerie reminder of the scene she had encountered at Deepak's house earlier in the evening.
Ravi had moved furniture aside to leave an open space in the center of the room and he guided her there, taking her hips with his hands to position her where he wanted her to stand. As he did so he pulled a small notepad from his back pocket and placed it along with a Bic ballpoint pen on an end table while she watched nervously.
"Sweetie, I don't ..." Archana started to speak but he abruptly cut her off.
"No talking," he said curtly. "Hands to your sides, please."
His tone was matter-of-fact as though he didn't have the slightest regard for her feelings. From the moment she arrived it was evident he didn't want any conversation. His attitude was all business and now it was clear that SHE was the business at hand.
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