Priska struggled to push away Indra’s hands as he tried to unbutton her pajama top, but he quickly grabbed both her wrists and pinned them down. Her lips were swollen from the rough kisses Indra had been giving her for what felt like an eternity. She had lost count of how many times he kissed her, only to pull away when she resisted, only to repeat the cycle over and over again.
Indra finally stopped when he felt satisfied. Taking a deep breath after the brutal kiss, he grinned in triumph, his smirk radiating dominance over Priska, who lay powerless beneath him.
"Bastard!" Priska spat out, panting heavily.
"Don't act so high and mighty. Sooner or later, you'll lose your virginity to one of us."
"Liar! You said you wouldn’t touch me!" she snapped, her anger bursting out.
Her eyes brimmed with tears, her emotions a mixture of rage and helplessness. She had already resigned herself to the fact that her body was no longer her own since that night, but this was not how she had imagined it. Her first kiss had been stolen, forced upon her by Indra, and the lingering sting of it was unbearable.
Indra finally let go, pulling himself away to sit on the other end of the couch. He grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table and took a long drink while Priska slowly sat up, her mind still reeling, struggling to piece everything together.
"That was just a warm-up. I'm not interested in sleeping with virgins. Wanna know why?" Indra asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Priska was busy buttoning up her pajama top, still too shocked to respond properly.
"Because they’re completely useless," Indra stated, his gaze distant as if recalling a past memory.
He then launched into a long-winded story about his first experience—an embarrassing and frustrating event that had left him feeling panicked and pitying the girl he had been with.
"Oh? So you do have a heart after all? I thought people like you were incapable of emotions," Priska mocked.
Indra let out a laugh. "Yeah, well… Maybe back then. But now? No heart, no regrets. But that memory still haunts me every time I come across a virgin in bed. Wanna make a bet? You’ll be finished once it’s Tomi or Ardo’s turn. Aldo… I’m not sure if he’ll touch you or not, but if he does, I bet you’ll fall even harder for him, Pris."
"You’re all disgusting!" Priska spat.
"I’ve got some business to take care of. Don’t even think about running away," Indra warned before leaving her alone.
Indra was truly heartless. Priska still couldn't believe what he had just done to her. She longed for the orphanage, for the children, for Mother Shinta. How were they doing now? Were they worried because she hadn’t come home?
The thought of disappointing the people who loved her weighed heavily on her heart. Her shoulders shook violently as she cried her heart out. She wanted to die. Her future was ruined, beyond saving.
***
That night, Indra took Priska to an exclusive VIP room in a nightclub. The table was laden with expensive dishes and bottles of liquor in various shapes and sizes. At first, it was just the two of them, but soon, two other couples joined them, indulging in the lavish spread before them.
Priska sat stiffly beside Indra, feeling completely out of place in the sparkling pink dress she was forced to wear. The dress was backless, exposing almost her entire back, and the front was a halter style that tied around her neck. She exposed cleavage made her incredibly self-conscious. Indra’s wandering hands only made things worse—he kept stroking her shoulder, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric now and then.
"She’s here," Indra whispered, pulling Priska closer.
"What do I do?"
"Just hold onto my arm and stay quiet."
Priska followed Indra’s lead, obediently clinging to his right arm. Indra placed a sweet kiss on the top of her head, making their act look incredibly convincing. A woman in a black dress stormed in, her face red with fury. She had been glaring daggers at Priska from the moment she entered. Without hesitation, she grabbed a drink from the table and poured it over Indra’s head. Priska instinctively pulled away, not wanting to get drenched in alcohol. Indra took the bottle from the woman’s hand, grinning.
"Wow, Princess! I already told you we’re done, but you insisted on introducing me to your family. I never had any intention of marrying you—I always had other women on the side," Indra said nonchalantly.
 
"So she’s the reason?! I gave you everything, Ndra! You’re heartless!"
"I’ve been heartless from the start, Ta. We’re done. Don’t come looking for me again, and don’t spread any gossip, or you’ll find yourself blacklisted from every club in this city."
Tata turned her wrath on Priska, attacking her furiously. The two women grabbed at each other’s hair, slapping each other repeatedly. Indra quickly stepped in to break them apart, successfully pulling them away before things got worse. Priska’s salon-styled hair was now a complete mess, and she winced in pain as she tried to fix it. Meanwhile, Tata was escorted out by security.
For the rest of the night, Priska endured the fury of five different women—all of them gorgeous and sultry. One after another, Indra’s past girlfriends arrived, each confronting him, arguing, and then turning their wrath on Priska.
Most of them said the same things: how they had satisfied Indra in bed, how they had traveled abroad with him, how he had claimed to love them—only to replace them with someone new. And now, that someone was Priska.
By the time it was past one in the morning, Priska was utterly drained. She barely had the energy to walk to the car. Her eyelids were heavy, and though she fought to keep them open, the world around her eventually faded to black as she lost consciousness.
When she came to, she was already inside Indra’s bedroom. She groggily opened her eyes, barely registering that Indra was carrying her and placing her down on the bed. But the exhaustion was too overwhelming—her eyes fluttered shut again.
"This expensive dress isn’t meant for sleeping," Indra murmured.
He untied the knot at her neck, slowly sliding the short dress down to her ankles, leaving only a pair of delicate white lace panties.
Priska was too deep in sleep to realize what was happening. Indra snapped a photo of her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. His gaze lingered on her curves—her full, perky breasts, and her flawless skin.
Taking multiple shots, he sent them to his group chat. Then, he pulled the blanket over her up to her chin and left the room, chuckling at the responses from Tomi and Ardo. Rey merely sent an emoji, and Aldo… Aldo was probably asleep, considering he hadn’t reacted at all.