This is incredible prose:
Over time, the hours he spent in his suite, with interruptions from the She Beast as he had come to call her, first in a teasing way and then in a silent protest of how he had become her servant. She, his tyrant, pushing him over the edge, reminding him of his limitations and his defeat. Every day, melting into the next, just like Groundhog day. Trapped in a vile day, a vile life unable to escape. Just s slave to her wishes so he could fulfil his hopes and dreams that she trashed with her cruel words. Thoughts and ideas just out of reach, feeding off his ego as it crumbled into ashes, eating him from inside, swallowing the man he was and regurgitating mangled arrogance.
You capture the spirit of the man right there. The essence. Excellent work.
Coming from you, that means a lot to me
Thank you so much :D