He dragged her to a bedroom, a room which was never mentioned before to her or seen by her. The drapes were closed; the only light source was some small holes in the walls from which sunrays entered this dark room.

Ethan closed the bedroom door so slowly as if he was afraid that someone might hear him. It took some time for Rachel to finally compose herself. She was still dizzy because of the pulling of hair was so strong, that she could still feel the force that was making her scalp separate from her head.

"Get up!!" Ethan commanded her from behind.

Rachel didin't even try to protest; it was like as, a part of her has already accepted her fate. which only contained darkness. She placed both her palms on the floor and applied all her body force on them. But she was too weak all she can do mange to do was lift herself a few feet above from ground. But again the dizziness took over her and her body gave up, she fell on her bottom with a large thump noise.

She heard Ethan groan behind her and then he said,

"You disgust me love."

It was a simple word that crushed her “disgust” how he dare use it against her. She was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and the man who was responsible for it was calling her disgusting. Despite her anger she was unable to fight back, to tell him how much he disgusted her. She lost her voice; she lost her ability to fight back. Because she was sure now, the situation was in under Ethan’s control. He controlled her, her body her soul. She was tainted now forever because he changed her from outside as well as inside. The once fiery and strong Rachel was weak like a lost birdy in a big world.

Ethan grabbed her arm and helped her stand up, his touch only send negative vibes. There was no softness in them now as there was once before. He flipped a light switch and the whole room lit up like a christmas tree. 

Rachel now had a full view to where she was, she was in a bedroom. But it seemed so dark and unwelcoming. It only contained a bed which was present at the far corner of the room, due to which a lot of empty space was there.

"Do you what room is this? How could you, I never showed you this bedroom. Well this dear is the very room where my father used to punish me."

Rachel’s eyes flew open at the new revelation made by her husband. Ethan was abused as a child; how could this be possible. Her father in law always seemed like such a nice guy. How could he?

"Yes I know, dark right. Well when we were kids and when me and Marie, my sister you know Marie right? Yeah you do she was your bridesmaid. So our father used to bring us to this room whenever we disobeyed him. He had a ritual to be more precise, he used to record us; whenever we begged him to stop whipping us. For Marie he used to undo his pants before punishing her, so he called this room the playroom. Where we would play his sick little games."

Rachel didn’t move nor did she breathe. She was speechless, all air sucked out of her. Taking it as a continue sign Ethan continued his childhood story but with every word his face got more near to Rachel’s neck.

"So the day he died I actually celebrated someone’s death. When my mom finds out that he sexually assaulted me and Marie. She left him and took all the money and divorced him, the man you know as my father is my step-dad actually. But my real father died from cancer and there was not one single person present at his funeral. Lucky for us Marie was little and to this day she doesn’t remember a single thing. And that’s why my mom thought the same about me too, that I also forgot. But I didn’t, I remember every second of it.’

Ethan very slowly moves in front of Rachel, both of their faces were merely inches away now.

"So now you know why I didn’t divorce you. Because I am troubled man Rachel and I took it very seriously that you cheated on me, so I wanted to teach you a lesson. Don’t ever break your loved one’s heart. It hurts a lot." Ethan's eyes travelled from her lips to her cleavage before he spoke again, "Enough chit chat it’s time to play a game now, in this very same room which was a playroom for my sick twisted father."  

Ethan stroked her cheeks gently before slapping her face with all the power he had. Rachel was shocked beyond limit, one minute this man tells her about his very sick childhood and another he is hitting her. The impact was so large that Rachel fell down again on the ground.

"Be right back, don’t worry love the fun has just begun" Ethan left the room to get the necessary items to start his game.

After one minute he was back; he was carrying a small table, two chairs and one small nail cutter.

"Now the rules are very simple my dear bride" he said while arranging the table and the chairs in opposite direction “I ask questions and you answer them. No tricks no lies and no losers, it’s only for fun. But there is a twist my love” the chairs were arranged and so was the table, it seemed like a place to play Russian roulette “every time you lie, I will punish you. Am I clear?”

What was happening questions, answers, punishment all these words were fogging her mind. She couldn’t even register what was happening any more, she was tired and her mind was ready to give up.

"I take that as a yes." Ethan came towards her and made her sit on a chair. He took the sit in front of her; their legs were touching because of the small table between them.

"Please place both your hands on the table love." Ethan requested in a very sweet voice. But still it sounded sinister to Rachel.

"Why?" Rachel asked back, curiosity was getting the best of her.

Ethan just smiled at her but in seconds that smile turned into angry frown. He stood up from his chair so violently almost knocking out the chair in the process. He grabbed both of her hands and slammed them on the table; the impact was very hurtful for Rachel. She couldn’t help herself and finally gave up, and little drops of salty water escaped her eyes.

"You will not defy me, you understand me. When I say put your goddamn hands on the table you will do as I tell you to do. Now look at what you made me do... I promised myself to not be violent with you during our playtime." 

Rachel lifted her head up so that she can look him in the eyes, and in a very soft voice said "I am sorry that I made you Mad." she wanted to say more but she was unable to find the proper words. She almost lifted her hand up to wipe her tears but Ethan stopped her.

"No no you still keep your hands on the table. So the game is simple i ask you questions and you answer them, the only twist is that whenever you will lie. As a punishment I will cut a very small portion of your finger, let’s say half inch." 

While he was explaining to her the rules, in that time he took hold of Rachel’s hand. Her hands were trapped between his one hand and in another hand he was holding the nail cutter.

"So your first question is... why are you crying?"

Rachel took a deep breath; it looks like as if she has no other choice but play.

"I am scared."

"Of who? I see no ghost here."

Rachel laughed a little at his reaction and she finally fought back by her answer.

"I am scared of you. I am scared that you are going to kill me after the very instant when I tell who you truly are."

Ethan gasped at her mockingly before saying "oh this is the circle of trust love; you say anything that you wish to say to me. I promise to be good."

Rachel prepared herself; she leaned in a little so she was much closer to him. This time she smiled a little before letting the venom out.

"I think you are the most horrible person I have ever met in my life, you wore a mask all these years just to fit in. And I am so glad you finally took it off, why I am glad? Oh I am glad because now I know. It wasn’t my fault, as much as you want to blame it on me. But this marriage would have never worked, because I am married to a monster." 

All playfulness was now gone from Ethan’s face, the room was filled with silence. Ethan bit his lower lip as he was refraining himself from doing something harmful, But in reality he was mad beyond limits.

"Oh fuck it; I know I can never be good." And with that he took Rachel’s middle finger in between the nail cutter. He pressed the claps together and when the sharp metal pierced Rachel’s flesh, warm blood started dripping from her finger.

The pain was terrible Rachel stood up from the chair and screamed. The more she screamed the more Ethan applied force, now her one hand was free she started punching him in the chest. She tried to do everything in her control to free herself. But all her attempts were in vain.

"You say I am a monster, I say I am your husband." Rachel looked down at the table, it was covered with red dots of dark blood; her blood.

"Please please let go" she was begging now.

"Aren’t you forgetting something? Like the word sorry."

"I am sorry now please let go." She screamed again.

Ethan let go off her hand, Rachel took a look at her finger. It was damaged beyond repair; she can almost see her bone now. She applied pressure on it to stop the bleeding. During all this time she was crying, again Ethan proved again that he shouldn't be trusted for his word. He’s a liar, he’s a psychopath and apparently she was trapped with him.

"You won’t get away with this." Rachel said when she was finally able to stop crying. "you will pay for your crimes." 

"Who is going to make me? You. Do you still think you will get out of here?"

"I will get out of here. I know I will."

"Honey sorry to burst your bubble but you are never getting out of here, at least not alive." Ethan searched his pocket to take his cell phone out.

Rachel saw the cell phone in his hand and she felt like that somebody has just punched her in stomach. Her last tiny little hope was now gone, this morning she used this cell phone to message somebody. A somebody that she thought can actually save her.

"Do you really think this mysterious stranger that you called for will save you from me? And did you really think I am that dumb to not notice that you used my cell phone."

"Don’t hurt him, please. He does not deserve this."

 "Oh so it’s a he. Oh we will see darling, first we need to make necessary preparation to welcome our uninvited guest."