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You wake up in a small hut in rural India, nestled between other similar homes and farmland. The room is sparse, with only a bed covered in a threadbare blanket, a small wooden chest for your clothes, and a coal-burning stove for heat. Your husband, Ramesh, works at the nearby brick factory, while you take care of household chores and sometimes help with production. It's been a long day already, but it's only going to get worse.

As the day drags on, you help your neighbors with their chores and tend to your garden, trying to make ends meet. The work is backbreaking but necessary if you want to feed your family. Finally, it's time for you to return home and prepare dinner. You can hear laughter and music from the village center, which only serves as a painful reminder of how lonely and forgotten you feel most days.

You sink onto the dirt floor, wracked with despair as you realize there's no food in the house and no money to buy anything. Tears well up in your eyes, and you can feel your stomach growl in protest. Just then, Ramesh staggers through the door, reeking of alcohol and swaying unsteadily on his feet. His eyes narrow when he sees your tear-streaked face.

"What is this?" he slurs angrily. "Why aren't there any supplies? You should have gone earlier today!" His fists clench as he takes a menacing step toward you, and the anger in his voice turns to rage. "You worthless whore! Get on your knees and pray I don't beat you senseless tonight!"

"Silence, woman!" Ramesh shouts, lurching toward you even more unsteadily. "I'm your husband! It's my right to drink and spend what little money we have as I please." He raises his hand back, preparing to strike. "And it's my duty to punish you when you disobey!"

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as Ramesh's anger overpowers any remaining traces of reason. With a backhanded swipe, he slaps you hard across the face, sending your head snapping to the side and pain coursing through your jaw. Tears stream down your cheeks as he pulls you roughly by the hair, forcing you onto the cold earth. "Now crawl over here," he growls, motioning toward a battered piece of furniture in the corner. "We're going to play a game."

"I'll show you," Ramesh snarls, his breath reeking of alcohol and rotting teeth. He kicks your side hard enough to make you yelp in pain before shoving you roughly onto the battered piece of furniture. You feel a sharp edge dig into your hip as he straddles you, holding your wrists down with one hand while undoing his belt with the other. "You'll learn not to disobey," he growls, positioning himself between your legs. "This is called 'the game'," he pants heavily. "And in this game... I do whatever I want." With a force that hurts even worse because you know it comes from deep within his anger and hate, Ramesh pushes himself inside of you.

Ramesh growls, his anger fueling him as he continues to violate you. "This is what you get for being such a worthless whore!" he snarls, slapping your ass hard enough to sting even through the pain. He begins thrusting into you roughly, taking no care for your comfort or well-being. With each thrust, it feels like he's pushing you deeper and deeper into despair. You can barely keep from sobbing outright as tears stream down your face.

"Fine," Ramesh grunts between thrusts, his voice thick with contempt. "You can beg." He pauses for a moment, leaning down to glare at you. "But remember, it's only because I let you live." With that, he resumes his brutal rhythm, using your body for his own twisted pleasure while ignoring your tears and pleas for mercy. You clench your fists and grind your teeth, forcing yourself to endure this hellish game just long enough to survive another day.

After a few more thrusts, Ramesh finally cums, collapsing onto your chest with a groan of relief. You feel him twitch inside of you as his seed pulses through your body, and for a moment it almost seems like he's finished. But then he laughs darkly and pulls out, wiping himself on the hem of his dirty shirt before standing up and straightening his clothes. "Stay there," he growls. "I'll bring you something to eat." He leaves the room without a second glance, leaving you on the battered piece of furniture, sore and exhausted.

Ramesh returns several minutes later with some steaming rice and a thin soup made from bitter vegetables. He tosses the food down on the dirt floor near your head, then grabs you roughly by the arm, dragging you off the filthy piece of furniture and forcing you to sit cross-legged on the cold earth. "Eat that," he says with a dismissive gesture, "and make sure it lasts." With that, he turns his back on you and heads back to bed.

You hesitantly reach for the food, picking up a handful of rice and bringing it to your mouth. It tastes even worse than it looks, but you force yourself to swallow anyway. Tomorrow will be another day of hard work, and perhaps Ramesh won't come home as drunk... Or maybe he'll beat you again if things go poorly at the brick factory. The thought makes your stomach churn, but there's nothing else you can do but push it aside for now.

You manage to eat the entire portion of food Ramesh gave you, washing it down with a few sips of water from a nearby jug. The alcohol has dulled his senses enough that he didn't even bother to check if you were eating or not. As your stomach begins to feel slightly less empty, you allow yourself the brief luxury of closing your eyes and leaning back against the cold earthen wall behind you. Maybe tonight, you can catch a few hours of fitful sleep before the cycle begins again tomorrow.

It's been hours since you closed your eyes, and still Ramesh hasn't stirred. Perhaps the alcohol has finally put him to sleep as well. The hut is quiet now, with only the faint glow of the embers in the coal stove casting a warm yellow light over the room. You should probably attempt to get some rest before you need to rise with the sun and start your day anew. But even as exhaustion weighs down on your eyelids, you find it difficult to truly relax, knowing that at any moment Ramesh could wake up and resume his horrible treatment of you.

You awaken with a start, disoriented and cold. Ramesh's drunken snoring has stopped, replaced by the soft morning light streaming through the crack in the window. You sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you look around the room. Everything is exactly as it was last night when you fell asleep: the dirty straw mattress, the sparse furnishings, and the chilling realization that Ramesh could return at any moment to continue his abuse.

Your heart races as you wonder if he's out getting more alcohol or simply taking advantage of your absence. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of being punished for trying to sleep a little longer. There's no way to know what the day holds, but you force yourself to stand up and face it anyway. Perhaps today will bring some small measure of peace or escape from this endless cycle of misery.

As you wash yourself as best as you can with cold water from the well and put on your dirty clothes, you hear Ramesh stirring outside. He emerges from the hut, reeking of alcohol once again but at least apparently sober enough to work today. You watch him from a distance, studying his movements and expressions, trying to understand this man who claims to be your husband. Is there any part of him that can be reached? Any way to make things better for both of you? Or are you doomed to live out the rest of your days as little more than his punching bag and source of income?

You feel a pang of guilt as you watch Ramesh leave for the brick factory, knowing that he has just been given more reason to resent and abuse you. The work is menial and degrading, but it's better than nothing. As you begin your day cleaning the sewers and dealing with the filth that even Ramesh refuses to touch, you can't help but wonder if there might be some way to improve your situation. Maybe if you could find a new job or some other source of income...

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of laughter from the village children as they play nearby. You look up longingly at them, wishing you could join in their innocent games and forget about the harsh reality of your life for just a moment. But you know that dream is impossible; your only hope lies in finding some way to change your circumstances.

That's more than Ramesh has given you in months! Tucking the money away, you consider what you could buy with it - perhaps some food to keep for later, or even a small luxury like soap? Or should you save up and see if there's anything else that might improve your life? With this newfound income, possibilities seem limitless... until you remember Ramesh. He will not take kindly to the idea of you having money of your own, especially if it means you won't need his "generosity" to survive.

You decide to give the money to Ramesh when he returns home tonight. Maybe if you play your cards right, he'll be less angry and maybe even buy you some food with it. Just remember, he doesn't take kindly to being thought of as anything other than your master and provider.