My husband didn’t say a word. He just stuffed a small ball into my mouth, gently stroked my back and butt, and then slowly walked away.

"H-honey?"

I tried to ignore the discomfort of the ball in my mouth and called out to him softly.

But there was no response.

That’s when it hit me—he had really left me here.

Thinking about the silent grove, with me posed like this—like a whore—in such a shameful position, knowing I ...