Kink That Killed Them

Synopsis

My husband lost a leg ten years ago saving my life. Guilt kept me at his side for a decade, and I tried my best to take care of him. I even bought costumes and sex toys to spice things up, but he never seemed interested. Then one day, while cleaning his old prosthetic leg, I found a tiny hidden camera inside the joint. There were videos of him and my best friend. She was wearing the costume I bought, laughing at me while using his prosthetic leg like a toy. I didn't cry. I didn't even get angry. I simply ordered an identical prosthetic leg, but this one was filled with a concentrated hydrofluoric acid gel. And I left a note for him. [Babe, let's try something spicier.]