“You thought our wedding night would be just about us? Oh, how naive you truly are. Five powerful men made our night memorable, and you? You had a front-row seat to my ecstasy. And now, as the cherry on top of your humiliation, I’m going to hand you my wedding veil — the very symbol of our union — and watch you wipe away their pleasure from my body. Each stroke should remind you of your place: not as my lover, but as my submissive. And every time you replay this audio, you’ll be reminded of the gulf between what they can give me and what you can’t.”