Any volunteers?

You already know you're the cuckold in this scenario, and the realization hits somewhere between your chest and your gut.

You watch from exactly where you've been placed — back against the wall, hands to yourself, close enough to see every detail but never close enough to touch. You feel the heat of it anyway, radiating outward, filling the room until your throat goes dry.

You understand now what the title meant. You understand what volunteering for this actually costs. You stay anyway, eyes open, pulse loud in your ears, wanting more of exactly what's destroying you.