Pit of Misery
Chapter 3
Kavya stormed into the room, her presence shifting the air instantly. She didn’t ask permission, didn’t hesitate—she walked in with angry steps. Her sharp, judgmental gaze swept over the scene, trying to piece together the madness before her.
Priya was still standing motionless, arms locked behind her head like some bizarre showroom model. Sakshi, wide-eyed and flushed, scurried toward her like a desperate child. Allen, stood there with a look that was entirely too smug for whatever the hell was going on.
“What the hell is going on here?” Kavya snapped, voice razor-sharp.
Sakshi, breaking momentarily from her trance, clung to her sister’s side as if her very presence could erase what had just happened. She was breathing hard, panicked, but there was also a hint of arousal. A residue of the last few minutes clinging to her body like a scent she couldn’t scrub off.
Kavya’s attention shifted to Priya, standing eerily still. The girl’s face was frozen in an unnatural, vacant expression, tongue sticking out, her chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths.
Kavya frowned. She waved a hand in front of Priya’s face. Nothing. She snapped her fingers. Not even a blink.
“Priya?” She gave her a light shove. Priya rocked slightly on her feet, then settled back into place like a doll returning to its default position.
Something was wrong.
Kavya turned on Allen, her entire posture stiff with rage.
“What the hell did you do?” she demanded, striding toward him, her hands curling into fists. “I swear, if you—”
Allen flinched. For the first time since this whole thing had started, he felt a prickle of real danger. Kavya wasn’t like Sakshi—there was no hesitation in her movements, no uncertainty. She was a storm barreling straight for him, ready to rip him apart with her bare hands.
He had seconds.
His eyes darted to Sakshi. The bottle.
“Sakshi! Spray her. Now.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an order.
Sakshi froze. Her grip on Kavya’s arm tightened, nails digging in as her body trembled with hesitation. For a split second, she almost resisted. Almost.
But she couldn’t.
Her fingers moved before her mind could stop them, slipping into her pocket and pulling out the bottle.
Kavya turned, confusion flashing across her face. “Sakshi? What…”
PFFT. PFFT. PFFT.
The eldest sibling reacted quickly but she wasn’t quick enough, after the third spritz, in one smooth motion she had knocked the perfume out of her sister’s hands causing it to land away from them on the floor.
Kavya found herself coughing, her body trembling slightly as she fought to regain control of herself. The sharp, chemical tang of the perfume clung to her senses, making it hard to think, hard to breathe. Her usually sharp brown eyes were glassy, unfocused, but there was still a flicker of resistance in them—confusion, irritation, the stubbornness of someone who hadn’t quite lost the fight yet.
Allen, however, felt no such hesitation. Feeling emboldened by his streak of luck, he turned to Sakshi. “Bring me the bottle.”
Sakshi hesitated for half a second—just half—but it was enough to make it clear that some small part of her still knew this wasn’t right. That part of her, however, had long since been drowned out. She moved quickly, retrieving the bottle from where it had rolled across the floor and placing it in Allen’s hand.
He took it from her and, without warning, raised it and sprayed her once in the face.
PFFT.
Sakshi gasped, blinking rapidly as the fresh dose hit her directly. Her lips parted slightly as the initial shock gave way to something else entirely. Her expression softened, the last traces of uncertainty melting into something warm, dreamy, almost blissful. A slow, pleased smile spread across her lips, her body relaxing completely.
“You’re on board with everything I do,” Allen said smoothly.
Sakshi let out a light, breathy giggle, nodding eagerly, her gaze on him full of iration. Whatever traces of resistance had been left in her were gone.
Allen smirked, then turned his attention back to Kavya.
She was stumbling, trying to steady herself. She was dressed much as she had been earlier—her usual tight gray pencil skirt hugging her toned legs, a white shirt that clung to her curves and her long, dark hair still in a neat bun. The scent of faint floral perfume clashed against the artificial chemical one that now filled the air. She still looked fierce, still looked strong, but there was an unmistakable fog in her gaze, a sluggishness in the way she moved.
She looked up at Allen, blinking slowly, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“What… the hell…” she muttered, her voice raspy.
Allen chuckled. “What’s wrong, Kavya? You seem a little out of it.”
Kavya shook her head, trying to clear it, but her limbs felt heavier than they should. She was processing what was happening, but sluggishly, like trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces.
Before she could even attempt to stand, Allen snapped his fingers.
“Priya. Sakshi. Restrain her.”
The command was immediate, unquestionable.
Priya and Sakshi moved without hesitation, each grabbing one of Kavya’s arms and forcing her down onto her knees. Kavya let out a grunt of frustration, trying to shake them off, but her movements were clumsy, uncoordinated. She was still strong—stronger than both of them, realistically—but she couldn’t get her body to work properly, couldn’t force her limbs to react as quickly as she wanted.
Allen crouched in front of her, bringing his face close to hers. He could see the lingering frustration in her eyes, the way she was still trying to fight back despite how cloudy her mind had become. He could see the sweat beading lightly at her temples, the rise and fall of her chest as she tried to steady her breathing.
He smirked.
“Tell me, Kavya… does my stink still bother you?”
Kavya sucked in a sharp breath. The question threw her, her thoughts sluggishly grasping for context. She ed—barely—the confrontation from earlier, the way she’d snapped at him, insulted him. The memories felt distant, like they belonged to someone else, but they were still there.
Her lips parted, her voice shaky but still laced with defiance.
“Yes, you motherfucking pig!” she muttered with hatred.
Allen let out a delighted laugh. Although he was trying to mask his concern. Three spurts had been enough for Sakshi to be more accepting initially, it seemed like the older sister was more mentally strong. “That’s what I thought.” He stood up, stretching slightly before clapping his hands together. “Well then, since you just said you’re bothered by my stink… I suppose you should help me get rid of it.”
He grinned down at her, eyes glinting with amusement.
“Time for a bath then! Girls, bring her to the bathroom.”
Sakshi and Priya, still holding onto Kavya’s arms, nodded in unison.
Kavya’s dazed eyes widened slightly.
She barely had a moment to protest before they started pulling her toward the bathroom.
The bathroom was already beginning to fill with the sound of rushing water by the time the girls reached it as Allen turned the shower on, the sharp patter of droplets against the tiles echoing through the small space. The air grew humid almost instantly, steam curling around the edges of the glass and mirrors.
Kavya, still being held firmly between Priya and Sakshi, struggled harder now, realizing exactly where this was going. The fog in her mind was still there, but fear had jolted her back into something resembling clarity. Her breaths were ragged, her bare arms tensed as she tried to yank herself free from their grip, but the women held fast.
Allen stepped inside the shower, the water drenching him instantly, plastering his boxers to his skin for a moment before he leisurely peeled it off and tossed it aside. He ran a hand through his wet hair before turning back to face the three women, his smirk playful yet expectant.
“In order to make sure I’m completely clean,” he began, voice smooth, “I’m going to need the Sharma sisters’ help.”
Kavya stiffened, her stomach twisting.
Allen tilted his head slightly, eyes locking onto hers. “And I think I just figured out the perfect way to do that.”
He lifted a hand and gestured toward Kavya’s hair—her thick, dark locks, which were currently twisted up into the high bun.
“I’m going to use Kavya’s hair as my loofah.”
Kavya’s breath caught in her throat.
The words barely processed before her body reacted, a deep, visceral hatred clawing through her chest. “You’re what?!”
Allen barely paid attention to her outburst, instead shifting his gaze to Sakshi.
“And you,” he continued, as if Kavya hadn’t just spoken, “are going to be my personal bathing assistant.” He gave her a pointed look. “You’re going to grab your dear sister’s head, lather up that nice bun of hers with body wash, and then scrub me down with it. Thoroughly.”
Kavya’s entire body went rigid.
“You’re insane!” she hissed, her voice cracking from both rage and disbelief. “I am not—this is disgusting—you can’t—!”
But her voice, no matter how loud, did nothing.
Sakshi merely scoffed, her lips twisting into something almost amused. She let go of her sister’s arm and in a sudden move that surprised even Allen slapped Kavya hard on her cheek.
“God, you bitch,” she sighed dramatically, “could you whine any more? It’s not like this is some big deal. Just be useful for once.”
“You can’t be serious!” Kavya’s head whipped toward her sister, betrayal flashing in her eyes. “Sakshi!”
Sakshi ignored her entirely.
She moved with calm precision, stepping forward as if this was just another mundane task.
With a casual flick of her wrist, she grabbed the base of Kavya’s bun, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp. The older woman let out an enraged cry, twisting in an attempt to break free, but Sakshi held her still with shocking ease.
Kavya’s heart was hammering against her ribs, panic surging through her limbs as she realized—fully realized—that Sakshi wasn’t playing around.
She wasn’t just going along with Allen’s commands.
She was enjoying it.
Sakshi reached for the bottle of body wash sitting by the shower’s built-in ledge and flipped the cap open with one hand. A thick, pearlescent liquid pooled into her palm before she unceremoniously slapped it onto Kavya’s head, spreading it through her tightly bound hair.
Kavya thrashed. “STOP IT!”
“Ugh, Kavya, you’re so dramatic,” Sakshi muttered, shaking her head. She massaged the soap into her sister’s hair, the lather quickly foaming up. “It’s just soap. You’re acting like this is torture.”
But it was. Kavya wanted to scream.
It was torture—humiliation—something she could never have imagined happening, something that made her skin crawl, her stomach churn, her pulse pound with rage and horror. And it was about to get worse. In the mayhem Kavya had missed Allen speaking to Priya.
But her protests meant nothing as Priya robotically walked towards Kavya and ripped her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere as her grey lace bra and enormous tits came into view. Taking the slightly wet top off as she used it to tie the squirming woman’s hands behind her back.
The next thing she knew, Sakshi was lifting her head, her grip tight, and shoving her forward.
Kavya’s face was inches from Allen’s bare chest now, the steam curling around them, making everything feel too hot, too real. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to recoil, but Sakshi forced her closer, pressing her face firmly against Allen’s skin.
“There we go, but you’re using the wrong end” Allen murmured, his voice low, satisfied. “Be nice and thorough.”
Sakshi moved Kavya’s head in a slow, deliberate circle, twisting her body as she roughly grabbed her sister by her face with reckless disregard as she began rubbing her soap soaked hair against Allen’s shoulders, down his arms, across his chest.
Kavya gagged on instinct, her body shuddering violently as the lather spread, the smell of body wash mingling with the scent of sweat and steam.
She wanted to fight. She wanted to.
But her body felt so weak, her mind so foggy, the fight being drained from her with every humiliating second.
She could hear Sakshi chuckling above her, could hear Allen’s pleased hum as he lifted his arm slightly to give Sakshi better access.
“Don’t forget to scrub properly,” Allen teased. “I need to be completely clean, after all.”
Sakshi nodded eagerly as she obeyed, gripping Kavya’s face tighter and moving it even more firmly.
Kavya’s lips curled back in revulsion, her breath coming in shallow, panicked bursts.
The bathing process continued, the scent of body wash mixing with the steam rising from the hot water. Kavya’s protests had dulled into strained whimpers as her soaked hair was forced against Allen’s body, lathering him with thick, foamy suds.
Sakshi, on the other hand, was thriving. She continued to hold Kavya’s head with a firm grip, guiding her through the motions without hesitation.
“Aww, what’s wrong, big sis?” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You were so high and mighty before. Guess we found something you’re actually useful for.”
Kavya clenched her teeth, her eyes burning with fury, but she was powerless to resist.
Sakshi smirked, rubbing more soap into Kavya’s tangled hair before pressing it harder against Allen’s chest. “You should be grateful, really. You finally get to do something worthwhile instead of just bossing people around.”
Kavya let out a muffled groan of frustration, but all it did was amuse Sakshi further.
“Bet you never thought you’d be giving a guy a full-body cleanse like this, huh?” she taunted. “And with that expensive body wash of yours, too. Pretty generous of you, Kavi.”
Allen chuckled, watching the scene unfold with satisfaction. “I’d say she’s really getting into it now.”
Sakshi giggled. “Oh, totally. Maybe we should make this a daily routine for her. Right, Kavi?”
Before Kavya could respond, a sudden, sharp knock on the front door cut through the laughter.
BANG BANG BANG.
All three of them froze.
Then, a voice—firm and authoritative was heard from outside the apartment.
“Kavya? Are you there?”
The building manager. He was a kind man who always listened to and acted on the Sharma sister’s complaints. In part he was the reason they acted like they owned the place. The women had him wrapped around their fingers.
Allen’s eyes darkened as he exchanged a glance with Sakshi. Kavya’s breath hitched, her body tensing. For the first time since this ordeal began, she felt a flicker of hope.
The knocking came again, more impatient this time.
Allen reacted quickly. He reached down, grabbing Kavya by the wrist and yanking her out of the shower. Water dripped from her soaked body as she stumbled onto the cold tiles, her mind spinning.
“Dry her face. Now,” he ordered Sakshi in a low voice.
Sakshi gulped, too rattled to disobey. Her hands trembled as she wiped the excess water from her sister’s cheeks.
Allen’s fingers dug into her wrist, pulling her toward the door. He leaned in, his voice like a whisper.
“You’re going to answer him,” he murmured. “And you’re going to smile.”
Kavya’s heartbeat thundered in her ears. This was her chance. If she screamed—if she made a run for it—maybe, just maybe, she could get out of this.
Allen seemed to read her thoughts because his grip tightened.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Another knock.
“Kavya? I know you’re home. What’s wrong?”
Allen guided her toward the door but stayed just out of sight. He nodded toward it. “Just your head. Nothing else.”
Kavya swallowed hard and hesitated for only a moment before Allen slowly cracked the door open—just enough to peek her head out.
The manager stood there, arms crossed, his expression tight with concern. His eyes immediately scanned her face.
“You okay?” he asked. “I saw that asshole Allen go in earlier with Sakshi.” His gaze flicked past her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the room behind her.
Kavya’s pulse pounded. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Allen’s presence loomed just out of view. His grip on her wrist sent a clear message: Say the wrong thing, and you’ll regret it.
She forced a small, stiff smile. “Yeah,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m fine. Sorry it took so long, I was bathing, I’m not even fully dressed right now hence the rudeness of not answering the door properly, I’m sorry Davey”
The manager frowned. “You sure? You don’t look—”
“She’s fine,” Sakshi interjected smoothly as she stepped into the background of the manager’s view, her voice calm yet firm.
The manager’s expression hardened. “Sakshi? What’s happening where’s that man”
Kavya’s breath caught in her throat.
Sakshi didn’t miss a beat. “Didn’t want to scare you” she said with a casual chuckle. “Didn’t think you’d appreciate me telling you I’ve started to date the man I’ve given you so much grief about lol”
The manager hesitated, his suspicion lingering. He studied Kavya’s face again.
Her forced smile held. Barely.
Finally, after a long moment, the manager exhaled sharply and nodded. “Alright,” he said reluctantly. “Just making sure. If you need anything, you can tell me. Got it?”
Kavya hesitated.
Allen’s grip on her bound arms tightened ever so slightly.
She swallowed and gave a small nod. “Got it.”
The manager lingered for another second before finally stepping back.
“Good day, then.”
Kavya watched as he walked away. Every step he took felt like another chance slipping through her fingers.
The second the door clicked shut, Allen’s hand slid from her wrist to the back of her neck.
His voice was almost amused as he whispered, “Nice try.”
Sakshi chuckled from across the room. “Guess she’s getting the hang of following orders, huh?”
Allen smirked. “She’s learning.”
He turned her around, guiding her back toward the bathroom with a sharp push
“Now, where were we?” Allen said as he gave Kavya’s ass a loud smack.
This couldn’t be happening. Kavya thought as her world continued to crash around her.
But it was.