The bedroom mirror was big—full wall, floor to ceiling. Three panels. Every angle showed everything. No hiding. Lights on bright—no red bulbs tonight. White light made skin look raw, marks stand out sharp. Door still wide open. Corridor quiet but anyone could walk by, look in, see the reflection of what was happening.

Karan dragged the mattress to the floor—right in front of the mirror. Black plastic sheet crinkled loud. Aisha already tied—on her back, legs spread wide by ropes to bed legs, wrists cuffed high above head. Boobs red and bruised from slaps, nipples dark purple, swollen. Pussy lips open, clit chain wet and shiny. She breathed fast—eyes locked on mirror, watching herself look helpless.