Yesterday, 01:17 PM
Title: The Open Door Policy
Scene 9
(The scene opens with Lata standing terrified by the bed. Myra's command hangs in the air. Slowly, as if it weighs a hundred kilos, Lata extends her trembling hand.)
Lata: Like... like this, Memsahib?
Myra: Yes. Just like that.
(Myra takes Lata’s small hand in her own. Her grip is surprisingly warm and firm. Lata tries to pull back, but Myra’s fingers tighten gently.)
Myra: Shhh. Do not pull away. The lesson is beginning.
(First, Myra lifts Lata’s hand and places it flat against her own chest, over her heart.)
Myra: Feel that? That is my heart. It is beating very fast. Your Sahib makes my heart beat fast. The excitement of being watched... that makes it beat even faster. Do you feel it?
Lata: (a choked whisper) Yes, Madam.
Myra: Good. Now, feel this.
(She guides Lata's hand down, over her stomach, pressing her palm into the sticky, cooling puddle of Sagar’s semen.)
Lata: (gasping, trying to snatch her hand away) Madam!
Myra: (holding her firmly) Do not be afraid. It is just life. This is your Sahib’s seed. His gift to me. Feel how warm it still is on my skin. This is the mess that pleasure makes. It is not something to be cleaned in shame. It is a trophy.
(Lata is crying silently now, her body rigid with a mixture of disgust and a terrifying, new curiosity. Kishore watches from the doorway, his own reward seeming distant and simple compared to this.)
Sagar: Her eyes are closed. She cannot bear to look.
Myra: She does not need to look. She needs to feel. We are not finished yet, Lata. The most important part of the lesson is last.
(With infinite slowness, Myra slides Lata's hand down further, past her navel, into the dark hair between her legs. She guides Lata’s fingers directly to her wet, swollen clitoris.)
Lata: (a strangled cry) NO! MADAM, PLEASE! I BEG YOU!
Myra: (her voice is a hypnotic, soft whisper right next to Lata's ear) This is your prize, little bird. This is what you were truly crying for. This is the center of everything. The heart of all pleasure. This is what was aching inside you when you watched. Feel it. Feel how wet I am. Feel how I am trembling. That is my pleasure. And now... it is in your hand.
Sagar: A bold lesson, my love.
Myra: The only kind worth teaching. Now, Lata. Just a little pressure. Right there. Show me you understand.
Scene 9
(The scene opens with Lata standing terrified by the bed. Myra's command hangs in the air. Slowly, as if it weighs a hundred kilos, Lata extends her trembling hand.)
Lata: Like... like this, Memsahib?
Myra: Yes. Just like that.
(Myra takes Lata’s small hand in her own. Her grip is surprisingly warm and firm. Lata tries to pull back, but Myra’s fingers tighten gently.)
Myra: Shhh. Do not pull away. The lesson is beginning.
(First, Myra lifts Lata’s hand and places it flat against her own chest, over her heart.)
Myra: Feel that? That is my heart. It is beating very fast. Your Sahib makes my heart beat fast. The excitement of being watched... that makes it beat even faster. Do you feel it?
Lata: (a choked whisper) Yes, Madam.
Myra: Good. Now, feel this.
(She guides Lata's hand down, over her stomach, pressing her palm into the sticky, cooling puddle of Sagar’s semen.)
Lata: (gasping, trying to snatch her hand away) Madam!
Myra: (holding her firmly) Do not be afraid. It is just life. This is your Sahib’s seed. His gift to me. Feel how warm it still is on my skin. This is the mess that pleasure makes. It is not something to be cleaned in shame. It is a trophy.
(Lata is crying silently now, her body rigid with a mixture of disgust and a terrifying, new curiosity. Kishore watches from the doorway, his own reward seeming distant and simple compared to this.)
Sagar: Her eyes are closed. She cannot bear to look.
Myra: She does not need to look. She needs to feel. We are not finished yet, Lata. The most important part of the lesson is last.
(With infinite slowness, Myra slides Lata's hand down further, past her navel, into the dark hair between her legs. She guides Lata’s fingers directly to her wet, swollen clitoris.)
Lata: (a strangled cry) NO! MADAM, PLEASE! I BEG YOU!
Myra: (her voice is a hypnotic, soft whisper right next to Lata's ear) This is your prize, little bird. This is what you were truly crying for. This is the center of everything. The heart of all pleasure. This is what was aching inside you when you watched. Feel it. Feel how wet I am. Feel how I am trembling. That is my pleasure. And now... it is in your hand.
Sagar: A bold lesson, my love.
Myra: The only kind worth teaching. Now, Lata. Just a little pressure. Right there. Show me you understand.
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