Around the house, I was forced to wear the "respectable" clothes Mr Malhotra had bought for me. He bought a whole load more garments for me after the first shopping trip. My wardrobe consisted almost entirely of dresses that covered me from neck to ankle. I didn't dare try to wear anything else around the house, but when I went out I always hid a change of attire under the suffocating dresses.

I woke up and climbed out of bed wearing the silk pajamas that Mr Malhotra insisted I wore each night. No more panties and T-shirts for me. I couldn't wait for Mom to get home so this bullshit could finally end. When I told her everything that Mr Malhotra had done he would be gone for good.