Amit then brought out some handcuffs and said, ‘ come let’s take some artistic shots’. I asked, why with handcuffs? He said, ‘ it’s in fashion right now.’ I think I was so bored and desperate to be famous, I said okay. He put the handcuffs on behind my hand and a shooting feeling went up and down my body. It made my panties wet and it was good he could not see because I was standing up. He put a chair in the middle of the area where the photos are taken and told me to sit on the chair. I obediently sat on the chair and put one leg over the other to avoid my pussy hairs being exposed, but the white chaddi did not leave much to imagination. Amit said, ‘ eh Randi, pag sathey nai rakh (don’t keep your legs together). I was shocked. What did he just call me? A Randi? I felt like slapping his face but I remembered that I was handcuffed. Slowly I realized that this was his plan. I fell into his besharam trap. Tears had started to fill my eyes, and Amit shouted, ‘ slut, you listen to me. Don’t waste any of my film anymore. If you cry, I will do more than just handcuff you. I will get my dog to fuck you’. It was an empty threat because he had no dog. But I decided for my safety I will do what he wants. Thousands of women get sold into prostitution in the world, and here I am stupidly falling into the arms of a man who I thought had charm. In my childish mind I thought I could seduce a fool an older man by playing hard to get but I was the fool to underestimate the power of his persuasion. My face showed expressions of being stoned, and tears were still in my eyes, but the wetness between my legs would not go away.