Part 3 - Jessica felt a chill run down her spine as she saw the look in his eyes. He was a entirely different person from the man she had married just a few hours ago. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear.
He didn't answer, instead, he dragged her across the room to a door she hadn't noticed before. It was locked from the outside, and there was a small slot at the bottom for deliveries. He removed a set of keys from his pocket and opened the door.
"What's in there?" she asked, trying to pull away from him.
He didn't respond, just pushed her inside and locked the door behind them. The room was pitch black, but she could feel the walls around her. Suddenly, there was a soft glow from the corner, and she saw that there was a toilet bowl there.
"What do you want from me?" she whispered, terror gripping her body.
"I want you to be my toilet slave," he said, his voice cold and emotionless. "You will clean up after me when I defecate and perform other scatological acts."
Jessica felt a scream rising up in her throat, but it was quickly silenced by the fear that held her captive. Without another word, he led her to the toilet and made her kneel down in front of it.
"This is your new duty," he said, his eyes boring into her soul. "You will clean up my filth and be grateful for the privilege."
She felt like she was going to be sick as he turned to face the toilet and began to take down his pants. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the image of his naked rear end hovering above the bowl. But then she heard a soft, gurgling sound. His ass was already contracting in anticipation of the enormous shit that was about to come out.
Without opening her eyes, she reached out a trembling hand and felt around in the water. It was warm and slimy, and she could feel small pieces of his feces floating in it. She knew what she had to do, but the thought made her want to vomit.
She forced herself to open her eyes and look at him. He was completely focused on his own pleasure, completely oblivious to the fact that he was essentially using her like a piece of trash. Tears streamed down her face as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his massive turd. It was slippery and warm, and she felt like she might pass out from the revulsion.
She pulled it from the water as gently as she could, but it was still disgusting. The smell was almost unbearable, and she felt like she was going to be sick again. But she forced herself to keep going. She washed it off as best she could, wincing at the feel of it slipping through her fingers.
Finally, she was done. She couldn't bear to look at him anymore, so she just stared at the floor. She didn't know how she could ever live with this man or how she had ever thought he was worthy of her love. All she knew was that her life had been turned upside down in the most horrifying way imaginable.
