Priya
Prologue: Cape Obsession
In the bustling city of Pune, where ancient heritage mingled with modernity, there existed a quaint beauty parlor called “Divya’s Divine Styles.” The parlor had a loyal clientele, drawn by the meticulous skills of its owner, Divya Sharma. Little did anyone know that beneath her calm demeanor lay a desire for control that would soon find a sinister outlet.
Divya’s journey to becoming a hairstylist was rooted in her childhood. Growing up in a small village in Maharashtra, she was captivated by the art of transformation that her mother, a local hairstylist, practiced. As a young girl, Divya would often sit in the corner of her mother’s salon, observing with wide-eyed fascination as each client was draped in the ceremonial cape.
Her mother moved with grace and purpose, her hands deftly wielding scissors and combs. But it was the moment of cape placement that held Divya’s attention the most. The way her mother would encircle the client’s shoulders with the fabric, pulling it snugly around their necks, seemed to create an invisible barrier between them and the outside world. Divya watched as the clients’ expressions softened, their shoulders relaxing as if a weight had been lifted off them. It was as if the cape possessed an otherworldly power, casting a spell of submission over its wearer.
Divya’s fascination only deepened as she witnessed the transformations that occurred under her mother’s skilled hands. The clients would enter the salon with worries and insecurities weighing heavily on their minds, but as they sat in the chair, draped in the cape, they seemed to shed their burdens along with their old selves. They would emerge from the salon with renewed confidence, their spirits lifted and their smiles radiant. It was a sight that left an indelible mark on Divya’s impressionable mind.
As she grew older and ventured into the world of hairstyling herself, Divya found herself drawn to the ritual of cape placement. She reveled in the feeling of control it afforded her, the power to shape and mold her clients’ appearances to her liking. But unlike her mother, whose intentions were pure and nurturing, Divya harbored a darker desire beneath her facade of professionalism.
The cape became more than just a practical tool; it was a symbol of her dominance, a means of subjugating her clients to her will. Each time she fastened the cape around a client’s neck, she felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing that they were now under her control. Their vulnerability fueled her obsession, driving her to push the boundaries of their trust, to see how far she could go in bending them to her whims.
And so, the story of Divya’s obsession with capes began, a tale of control and submission that would unfold across different chapters, each exploring a new facet of her twisted desires. From the silent obedience of her clients to the unspoken power dynamics at play, each chapter would delve deeper into the dark recesses of Divya’s psyche, revealing the true extent of her cape obsession.
