HE COST ME MILLIONS, SO I TOOK HIS SOUL. Xzibit Jones was a common laborer until his failure cost me a fortune. Now he belongs to me. I do not want his apologies. I want his absolute surrender. I stripped away his rugged pride and replaced it with fine silk and Chantilly lace. He is no longer a man in my house. He is a decorative ornament kept in a gilded cage at the foot of my bed. I am dismantling his identity piece by piece. He must ask permission for every breath. My rivals think they can mock me by targeting my new plaything. They do not understand the depth of my control. I will parade him through the highest circles of Capulet City on a leash. He will wear a gown and a veil while the world watches him kneel at my feet. He is finding a dark peace within the bars I built for him. The struggle of his old life is over. His only duty now is to be my beautiful, humiliated sissy husband. I have tamed the beast and turned him into a masterpiece of devotion. He is my property and my greatest triumph. I will keep him in his lace and his cage until he forgets he ever had a will of his own.