The final walk from Studio 4 to the Dean’s Office was a journey of absolute humiliation. Suhana was not allowed to dress. She walked through the cold, antiseptic corridors of the Academy completely naked, her inner thighs still slick with the "lessons" of Module 3, the heavy glass plug still anchored inside her as a constant, stretching reminder of Vikram’s dominance.

The double doors of the Dean’s Office hissed open. The room was vast, dominated by a circular leather pit in the center and a wall of one-way glass. Sitting behind a massive mahogany desk was the Dean, a man with silver hair and eyes like frozen steel. And next to him, sitting in a velvet armchair with a glass of scotch, was Sameer, Suhana’s husband.