The “P” category was reserved for the most beautiful and infamous Hindu women: the former actresses, models, and the wives and daughters of the highest-ranking Hindu officials who had been executed. Their fate was a living death, a public monument to the conquest.
They were kept in public pens, large, open-air cages in the centers of major cities, where they were on display 24/7. They were kept completely naked, their bodies painted with lewd slogans in Urdu and Arabic: “Property of the People,” “Sins of the Father,” “Whore of a Dead God.” They were not fed. They were sustained only by a nutrient-rich paste that was pumped directly into their anuses via a tube, a process that was both humiliating and degrading.
Their sole purpose was to be the receptacles for the public’s rage and lust. For a small fee, any man could purchase “Access Time.” He would enter the cage and be allowed to do anything he wanted to the woman for fifteen minutes. The acts were not just sexual; they were performances of hatred. Men would urinate on them, force them to eat feces, burn them with cigarettes, and mutilate them with small knives. The women were forbidden from screaming. If they did, an electric shock, administered through a remote-controlled collar, would silence them.
The ultimate humiliation was the “Feast of Vengeance,” held every Friday. A “P” woman would be chosen from the cage. She would be tied spread-eagled to a large wooden table in the town square. For hours, she would be raped and tortured by the crowd. But she was not killed. At the end of the day, a doctor would stitch her wounds, treat her burns, and return her to the cage to heal, ready for the next week’s feast. She was a public utility, a toy to be broken and repaired over and over again, her suffering a form of communal entertainment.
In this new world, the Hindu woman’s existence was defined by a singular, all-encompassing purpose: to suffer. Her mind was a prison, her body a commodity, and her spirit a long-extinguished flame. The war was over, but the conquest was eternal, etched into the flesh of every surviving female.
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