Wife Imprisoned Me in the Dungeon

On Christmas, my darling locked me in a pitch-black dungeon.

The women guarding me took turns "educating" me.

They carved words into my skin, branded various patterns with red-hot irons, and made me bark like a dog while stepping on my face with their high heels.

They even stripped me of my manhood's dignity.

All of this, just because of something told by Vivienne's pure love who had returned back to the States.

Nails pierced my thighs, the sharp pain yanking me back from my thoughts.

The flickering flames before my eyes gradually dimmed.

All I could hear were the women's mockery and curses.