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While tidying up the master’s dresser, Cloudy discovered a silver necklace. It was so beautiful she couldn’t resist — she held it to her neck, imagining herself wearing it out to a glamorous evening event. She never meant to steal it — it was just a fleeting impulse. But she feared one thing: that Kaif would see her and completely misinterpret the moment. And the worst happened. Cloudy had heard rumors… strange sounds from this very room… stories whispered through walls. She knew something unusual happened to the girls who stepped out of line under Kaif’s roof. Maybe, deep down, some part of her wanted this. Maybe her own subconscious betrayed her. Whatever the truth — her fate was sealed. She couldn’t believe it: her arms were wrenched behind her back, elbows made to touch. Then he pulled her bound arms high above her head, locking her in a position so helpless she could barely breathe. Cloudy had never felt such total surrender. But Kaif wasn’t finished. With quiet, unrelenting precision, he attached nipple clamps and tied them off with a cord. Then another rope — sliding tight between her legs. Now, every movement pulled at her nipples… and sent tingling pressure through her most sensitive spot. Cloudy’s punishment had begun.