The following days unfolded in a morbid routine for Emily.
Each morning, she awoke with the hope that maybe today would be different—that she might reclaim a shred of dignity. But every time, Alexander found a new way to humiliate her and test the limits of her obedience.

This morning was no exception. Emily was pulled from sleep by the heavy steps of Alexander approaching, his expression unreadable. In his hands, a bottle of vodka, which he placed at Emily's feet before stepping back a few paces.