She sneers, 'I'd rather fuck a stranger, anyone but you.' Her husband, collared and kneeling, knows her game. She wants him to suffer, to watch as she takes another man, her body writhing in pleasure. She commands her new lover, 'Fuck me like he never could. Make him watch as you fill me up.' Her husband's eyes widen as the man obliges, her cries of ecstasy filling the room, a symphony of his shame.