Malik’s ultimate act of dominance was not merely the physical conquest of your wife but the audacious promise to breed her, to plant his “Goyishe zera” in her womb, creating a mamzer—a child born of forbidden union, a living testament to your cuckolding that would stand as a permanent monument to your emasculation. The thought was a violation of everything you held dear, a desecration of the Jewish laws of lineage and pur...

The turning point came when your wife handed Malik a key to your home, a gleaming symbol of his unrestricted access. It was during a Shabbat dinner, the table set with braided challah, a bottle of kosher wine, and the flickering candles you had lit with trembling hands, reciting the blessing: “Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech ha’olam, asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’tzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Shabbat.” You knelt beside th...

It was the week of their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, and the small Brooklyn apartment hummed with the familiar rhythms of Chassidic life. The air carried the scent of freshly laundered linens and the faint tang of borscht simmering on the stove. Miriam, 45, adjusted her sheitel, its dark curls framing her face with a practiced modesty, as she prepared for Shabbat. Her husband, Yaakov, sat at the dining table, his no...

It had been a few weeks since your last humiliating visit to the mikvah, and the air in your home had grown thick with the tension of what was happening between your wife and Malik. You were nothing more than a silent witness now, your role as a husband replaced by something darker, more primal — your sole purpose was to serve, to be a slave to their desires. Your wife, who had once been so modest and reserved, had shed h...

It was almost midnight, long after the neighborhood had gone quiet, the stillness broken only by the faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves skittering across the cobblestone streets. The air was cool, carrying the crisp scent of autumn, and the sky above was a deep velvet, studded with stars that seemed to watch in silent judgment. You and your wife had waited for this moment all week, a ritual p...

It Was Shabbat Again The house was awash in the golden flicker of candlelight, the air thick with the comforting scents of freshly baked challah and slow-simmering cholent. It was Shabbat again, and you had spent the day preparing for the sacred pause—a time of rest, reflection, and connection to the Divine. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you stood before the two candles on the dining room table, waving your hands o...

I was sweating profusely by the time I finished unloading the last of my belongings into my dorm room. My parents were called away due to a family emergency, so I had to move in by myself. Not exactly how I pictured starting my college experience. Despite my desire to start over and explore new parts of myself, my parents wanted to protect me from the world. While I wanted to live in the freshman dorms, my parents insiste...

The door slammed behind me as I walked into my new apartment. I had just moved into my first adult apartment two weeks ago and finally finished setting it up last night. It had been a long week, and at this point, all I wanted was to have a drink, put my feet up, and watch some TV. I went to the fridge, poured myself a glass of white wine, and plopped onto my couch. As I began channel surfing, I heard the bedroom door cre...

I woke up feeling a little uneasy that day. I knew my daughter, Rachel, was coming home from her first year at Stern College, an Orthodox Jewish college for women in New York City. I was excited to see her but also a little anxious. I had been struggling with finding my place in life and questioning my religion lately, and I worried seeing Rachel would exacerbate my doubts. While Rachel was away in college, she took the t...

Silk. That's what encrusted Talia while she drifted. Long wavy locks of soft charcoal hair were both a cushion and a stream on her pale cheeks and over her High Holiday best. Two piercing eyes carved from jade peered over the crest as she got on hands and knees and crawled towards them over the infinite carpet, heels thrown off to the side, her top cardigan button undone. Olive skin and full lips greeted her over the nose...