Milked by a Stranger

I am four months pregnant, abandoned, and out of options. In a Mumbai park, a stranger in a tailored suit overhears my breaking. He makes an offer no desperate woman can refuse: one hundred and fifty thousand rupees a day for complete access to my body. What begins as survival becomes something darker. Every night I climb onto his table in a luxury Worli apartment. Electric pumps drain my heavy, milk-swollen breasts while he takes everything else; my mouth, my cunt, my obedience. He watches my drink my own milk. He fucks me while the machines work. He makes me come until I no longer know where the shame ends and the hunger begins. The money saves me. The arrangement ruins me in ways I never expected. And every morning I wake already wet, already counting the hours until I return.