Clara's PoV
I stood in front of the mirror in my room, staring at my reflection for a long time. My hands were shaking as I adjusted the silk robe David had asked me to wear. It was thin, almost transparent, the kind of thing I would have worn for him in the early years of our marriage when we were still happy. Now it felt like a costume. A uniform for his sick game.
Tonight was the test.
He wanted to watch.
He wanted to sit in his wheelchair like a king and watch his best friends f**k his wife while he pretended to be helpless. The thought made my stomach turn, but I forced myself to breathe slowly. I had no choice but to play along. If I refused, he would know something was wrong. He would speed up his plans. He would release the videos.
I touched my neck where faint marks from Jul
