In the dimly lit, incense-filled room, Zac's camera captures the gritty reality of a Mumbai boy's initiation into the cruel world of BDSM. The boy, his face a mask of determination and fear, stands naked, his back to the camera. His mistress, a stern woman in a sari, holds a cold, gleaming metal rod, her eyes reflecting the fire of her dominance. She presses the rod against the boy's uncut penis, slowly pushing it in, inch by inch, as he grimaces, trying not to cry out. Sweat beads on his forehead as the rod disappears completely, his body tensing with the effort to contain it.