You sat there in your white room, and your white dress, and your painted white cage. Pink bows tied around your wrists to keep them together. They were tied so tightly, you couldn’t even try to get out. Then the door creaked open.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

Your husband said to you as he kneeled infront of the cage and stuck his hands through the rails. He caressed your chin. You don’t remember when this cage thing started..but you liked it.