As Jane Summer's lay the dinner down on the table, her husband Harry said, "It took long enough," with a scowl on his face and muttering under his breath. Jane and her husband had never had a nice realationship. They argued all the time, she wasn't allowed to go out with her friends, she had to wear long t-shirts, tops or jumpers to hide the bruises and cuts. "I don't want this. Now where is the dinner I asked for," Harry hissed. "I'm sorry my dear," Jane sweetly replied. She had always said nice things about her husband, even though they were lies. "JANE GET OVER HERE NOW!" Harry sounded fierce, so Jane stumbled over to him. "What is it?" Jane said scarcely while walking towards him. "Closer, and you will hear, OK." Harry grabbed Jane by the arm and took her to their room and he put a blind fold over her eyes. "I don't want to hear you tonight, understood." Harry dragged his victim to a long ladder that looked like it didn't end, bit it did end at a torture chamber where he had many victims there before, and all to be seen was skulls with long hair, or bones with tarred clothes on them. Continue??
"How can you do this to me, what have I ever done to you?" screamed Jane, she was terrified and shaking. "It's not what you did, it's what I'm going to do to you." Harry walked away closing the door behind him. It was as silent as a graveyard and Jane started singing to herself and saying that everything was going to be ok. It was morning, or at least Jane thought so. She heard footsteps and tried to hide away, but there was nowhere to hide. She heard the door creak open and saw a figure standing in the door way. "Stand up!" shouted the figure while walking towards her. She could see the face of the figure, and it was Harry, with a smile on his face. Jane filled with hope, running towards him. But he pushed her over and dragged her to a corner and ripped her clothes off. "Dont say anything or else." he grabbed a knife from his back pocket and laid it down on the floor. He walked behind where she lay and took down some chains. He attached her to the chains and picked the knife up. "This may hurt a little." He grabbed her hand and moved the knife towards her. She tried to pull her hand away, but didn't succeded. You could see tears appearing on her face, and hear fear in her breath as he brought the knife closer, and started scraping it down her hand. You could see how terrified she was, and Jane started screaming trying to destract him, but he did not react. "Your not going to scream you're way out of this, because no one can hear you. Haha I can't wait for tomorrow when the police come and can't find you." Harry walked away laughing whilst putting the knife in his pocket. She managed to wriggle her hands out of the chains and lie on the cold, dry, dark floor in a wee cuddle postion, shivering. Continue???