After my stepfather passed away, my husband and I moved into this vacant house a month ago. Although we've grown accustomed to living here and find it comfortable, my husband has been increasingly annoyed by frequent contacts from the neighborhood association. Then, on the day he left for a three-day business trip, the head of the neighborhood association suddenly visited. He showed me photos he had taken of me when I was alone, smirking wickedly as he told me that I have masochistic tendencies hidden in my heart, and presented me with a collar and hemp rope...
