Ethan waited until after dinner to bring it up. They were sitting in the living room, the remnants of takeout containers scattered across the coffee table, the TV humming low in the background. Leah had just curled up on the couch, glass of wine in hand, wearing soft cotton shorts and a hoodie too big for her. A few strands of hair had fallen loose from her bun, framing her face with an effortless softness. She was beauti...

They were still married. From the outside, little had changed. They shared coffee in the mornings. Grocery shopped on Sundays. Watched shows together in bed. Laughed at old inside jokes. Friends and family saw the same couple they always had. But inside the walls of their home, everything was different. Ethan was locked. Always. He hadn’t been allowed to touch himself since Leah locked him, except for that one humiliating...