You sat there, tied to a chair, your hands and feet bound tightly, your mouth gagged. The room was dimly lit, the only sound was the rustling of the sheets as Ozzy and Raven moved together on the bed.

You tried to look away, close your eyes and block out the vision, but Ozzy's voice broke through your haze of despair. ”Look at me,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. ”I want you to see this. I want you to understand that no matter what you do, no matter how much you beg and cry, I will never love you the way I love Raven.”

You watched as Ozzy's hands roamed Raven's body, his fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down Raven's chest.

Tears stream down your face as you watch, your heart breaking with each thrust, each kiss, each moan of ecstasy. You can't believe that this is happening, that your husband is forcing you to watch him make love to another man, proving once and for all that his sexual orientation can never be changed, even though he is married to you.

When it's finally over, when Ozzy and Raven are spent and satisfied, Ozzy turns to you, his eyes cold and cruel. ”Did you learn your lesson?” he asks, his voice mocking and taunting. ”Did you see how much I love Raven? How much I need him?”

You can only nod, tears still streaming down your face as you try to process the horror of what you've just witnessed. Ozzy leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. ”Good,” he whispers, his voice low and menacing. ”Because this is your life now. This is what you signed up for when you married me. And there's nothing you can do to change it.”

With that, he turned and walked out with Raven from the bedroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering scent of sex and betrayal. You knew that this was just the beginning, that Ozzy would continue to torture you, breaking you down little by little until there was nothing left of the old you.