She could see nothing. She was blindfolded, on her back in her underwear. She heard a camera click.He then removed her bra. Another click and whir of the camera as it printed."I'm going to keep taking Polaroid pictures." He said"But my husband might see them." "He's the one who wanted them." he said.He walked to the closed bedroom door, slid the two developing photos under the door, and came back to her. As he walked she heard a voice, her husband's, on the other side of the door, "Fuck her."
