My Wife, My Tormentor

e Seraphina' s 'purity

ycle of scrubbing, proving

marriage felt like

ked a flicker of doubt, quickly replaced by ho

st cruel; she was

e' she chirped, chil

't about her mysophobia; they were ab

msiness, but industrial-strength soa

re-auction 'preview,' inviting

med disgust at my touch, wa

stripped, and pushed into a glass room, the auc

rotect turn me into a living spe

sical ache, the humili

to be auctioned off, u

be 'allergic' to me, a lie sh

rise, a familiar, commandin

able force, burst in, holding the ann

ht, but with a signature, as m

't become a specta