Priya’s blood ran cold. Suspended naked on the St. Andrew’s cross in the packed auditorium basement, her body was a grotesque masterpiece of filth and torture. Dozens of tiny needles pierced her swollen, dark labia in a cruel flower pattern. Her clit was clamped and electrified. Thick ropes of cum and piss dripped from her gaping cunt and asshole onto the stage floor. Her massive tits were purple from tight breast bondage, covered in fresh cane marks and bite wounds. “CAMPUS PISS PIG” was freshly written across her belly. And now her strict, conservative father — Mr. Arun Sharma — stood frozen at the entrance, eyes bulging in horror.

“Priya… what the fuck is this?!” he roared, his voice cracking with rage and disbelief.