Abandoned in the Cellar on Our Wedding Night

On our wedding night, Alex decided we should play a game.

He tied a dark silk scarf over my eyes, led me down the narrow stairs, and locked me in the basement.

When I screamed, pounding my fists against the heavy oak door until my knuckles bled, Alex’s voice came through the grain, smooth, polite, and sickeningly apologetic.

"Gwen isn't happy that you married me, Sienna," he said softly. "She just wants to give you a little lesson. Be a good girl. Once you come out, we’ll still be husband and wife."