I AM NO LONGER A MAN, I AM HER PROPERTY. The industrial soot of Grafton coats my lungs, but the hum beneath my skin is what truly suffocates me. I am a delivery driver by day and a broken toy by night. Zoe holds the remote in her purse. She watches my GPS coordinates with the eyes of a hawk. One press of a button sends a surge through me that brings me to my knees in the middle of a public sidewalk. My father's debts were supposed to be my end. The state wanted to throw me into a labor camp. Zoe had a different plan. She bought my bond. She paid for my life in full. Now, my personhood belongs to her. I am no longer a husband. I am a toy. She drags me to the Smith estate to display her new prize. I stand naked and shivering while she remains perfectly dressed and powerful. Her friends mock my weakness. They laugh at my lack of a spine. The sting of the paddle is a mercy compared to the relentless vibration she forces me to endure. I am a ruined thing, bound forever in the shadows of her absolute obsession.