The first faint light of dawn was just beginning to touch the sky when Lord Vikram woke Ananya with a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder. The palace still slept in deep silence around them, the corridors empty and the servants not yet stirring for the day. He had prepared everything in advance the night before while she slept, the thin black silk ropes coiled neatly beside the bed, the golden leash already attached to her ruby studded collar, and a simple dark cloak laid out for the journey. Ananya stirred slowly, her eyes fluttering open to find him already dressed in a dark kurta and trousers, his expression dark with intent and hunger.

"Come, my beautiful bitch," he said quietly, his voice low enough that it barely carried beyond the room. "It is time to fulfill your last filthy fantasy exactly as you described it. The hunting pavilion at dawn. You will be bound and used while the sunrise watches every drop of your milk and every stretch of your cunt."