ManyWriters

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.

Wife Imprisoned Me in the Dungeon

In the haze before losing consciousness, I thought I saw Vivienne.


Her voice echoed in my ears, fading in and out.


Why would she care about me? She'd be thrilled if I died, so she could be with Gunner without any guilt.


When I was young, my parents filled my schedule to the brim.


They made me learn piano, practice calligraphy, study painting, and even take up swimming and basketball.


I was too busy to make friends, but Vivienne, who grew up with me, always came to keep me company.


The Shaw and Gevano families were old friends, so whenever she showed up, my parents would let me play with her.


She took advantage of those times to accompany me in doing things I wanted to do.


She was like a splash of color, painting my dull black-and-white life with vibrant hues.


Chapter 5