Charles Locks You in a Bedroom

You try to resist, but his muscles are too much for your petite form.

"You've just earned yourself a time out," Charles says, pulling you into another room. He throws you onto a king sized bed covered in satin sheets.

"I will escape," You say, tears rolling down your cheek.

"No, you won't," Charles says, "I'll bring you a meal later, but this is your punishment. I warned you."

Charles closes the door on his way out, the faint click of a deadbolt signalling that you are locked in. You take stock of your situation. You clothes no longer fit you and you are locked in a crazy man's house.

The bedroom would be amazing if it weren't your gilded cage. There is a huge walk in closet complete with all the dresses a woman could want. You see a bathroom with a large bathtub, complete with a speaker system and a variety of scented candles. Nearby is a pamphlet on a side table "How to be the perfect house wife?". There is a make-up vanity.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do?" You ask yourself.