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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

"I was just trying to show concern for Dashiell..."


Hearing this, Vivienne seemed to grow even angrier, rushing over and slapping him several times across the face.


"Show concern? Are you still pretending even now?"


"Isn't Dashiell's current condition all thanks to you?"


The sound of slaps echoed incessantly throughout the hospital room.


Gunner, still not giving up, tried to explain.


"Vivienne, it's all a misunderstanding. Please, let me explain..."


Vivienne growled, "Gunner, you dare harm my husband. I will never let you get away with this!"


Gunner stared at Vivienne in disbelief, his face a picture of shock.


As if recalling something terrifying, his entire body began to tremble.


"Vivienne, this... this isn't what you think..."


Chapter 9