Life in the Cellar

My husband's childhood sweetheart kills my parents in an accident due to drunk driving. I want to call the police, but my husband blindfolds me and takes me to the cellar.

I'm tormented and subjected to inhumane treatment for the next three years. After each torture session, an icy male voice will ring out in my ear. "Do you still hate her, Sabrina?"

One day, I finally cave and submit to the icy voice. "No, I don't. I don't hate her anymore!"

I hear my husband's joyous laughter on the other end of the line.