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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

Vivienne shook her head desperately, "I didn't know, I never meant to hurt you, I just wanted you to reflect a little..."


I ripped open my clothes, fully exposing the centipede-like scars to her eyes.


Even though she had heard descriptions from others, Vivienne was still so frightened by what she saw that she stepped back several paces.


I sneered, "Ms Shaw, is this the consequence of truly loving you? To have my bones shattered, fingernails torn out, tendons in my hands and feet severed, to eat raw meat like a dog, to be trampled underfoot and abused?"


Each one was like a thorn, piercing my heart once again.


"For over half a year, I haven't seen a ray of sunlight, haven't eaten a grain of rice, haven't had a good night's sleep..."


"At first, I would mutter your name every day, hoping you'd appear before me and take me away."


Chapter 8