As Gautami lay on the bed, a man on his mid thirties kept fucking her, his droughted lips curved in and his dried up eyes shined like the stars. But for someone on their mid thirties, he isn't that healthy, he panted and sweated like a old dog.

Gautami, her hands ran through the soft shiny bed sheet that she have to wash after he finishes his job, thinking about the fate of this poor bedsheet, similar to her's, useless, lives to fullfill the sexual desires and madness.

The old dog (old man) comes here every Sunday afternoon, maybe that's the only day he is free, from the everyone who lives here, 29 women (of ages 22-37 of which she was the youngest) to be precise and chooses her. Maybe she's his type, Misha once said that someone people are mad for short girls and some like blue eyes and unfortunately these are her curses, many admired her eyes which is neither blue nor green .

Even though the old dog looks feeble, his slap feels like getting hit by a hammer and every Sunday night Gautami find it hard to sleep, it feels like a huge stone is placed on head, the pain, headache, something her nose and ears bleed. Once she fell unconscious, fortunately Bedi Ma was there and she took her to the hospital.

Whenever the old dog enjoyed and admired his skills in the game, Gautami's mind kept wandering around in the past, in the childhood, her parents...

She only have a vague image of her parents and the little sisters. They used to lived in a small village but she don't remember which part of India it was. Yesterday she dreamed about her sister, she was so tall, grown up. When Gautami saw her, tears slowly began to drift away from her eyes and was laughing too. Gautami couldn't see her face clearly, even when the old dog was doing his best to impress, Gautami was still trying to remember her face and then suddenly like a thunder the old dog's big hand fell on her right cheek. For a few minutes there was silence even though Old dog was yelling, all she felt was the warmthness inside her nose. From the moment, she learned that her nose was bleeding and quickly covered with hand.

"Why can't you scream, every fucking day.... I'm done"

The old dog yelled while pulling Gautami's hair, his eyes turned red and veins in the face became alive.

The old dog put on his clothes, stormed out of the room and slammed the door with a loudly that echoed the old huge mansion.

The old dog left without any payment and complained to Bedi Ma.