The Burden

I let go of Sandip's wrist and walk to Abdul, my hand flat on his chest over the coat, feeling the weight of him. 'The debt,' I say, 'and the child—you take both, and I take you.' Abdul rises, and I lead him past Sandip, who does not move, into the bedroom where the fan stirs the dark. He closes the door, and his hands are on me before I can turn—one in my hair, pulling my head back, the other at my hip, gripping through the sari. 'On the bed,' he says, and I go, because I have chosen this, and he follows, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he tears the cloth from my shoulder. The act this chapter delivers: Abdul bends Kamala over the bed, binds her wrists with the end of her own sari, and fucks her from behind—his thick cock driving into her wet cunt until he comes deep inside her, filling her womb with his seed.