Try to convince him.

"I don't want to... Dave, why would you say that?"

You wring your hands in frustration and quickly look around to think if there's anything to convince your husband.

Suddenly, his hands are on your wrists. His grip feels like a vice. It hurts.

"Dave?"

"You. Will. Not. Leave. Me! I forbid it!!", hisses Dave, his face distorted by anger and fear. You stare at him incredulous.

"Dave, stop this, you are hurting me...!"

He does not listen. Instead, he shoves you roughly backwards. There's a very small storage room in your kitchen, where you keep all the food stuff that does not need a fridge. It's basically a supply cabinet, but with a door. A walk-in closet. Dave pushes you hard towards that door, and as you recognize his intention, it's already too late. One last, hard push, and you land inside the closet. Dave closes the door. You hear the key turn.

"You will not leave me! You are mine!!", screams Dave and sends shivers of fear through your spine. This is not the Dave you knew. This seems almost somebody else. Is he already so enthralled? Have the ****, whatever they are, worked on him so thoroughly. You should never have tried to reason with him... A door bangs. Dave has left the kitchen.

You look around and frown. You don't recognize any of the brandnames. This is a supply cabinet, but all the supplies here seem freshly bought. Freshly bought... by the housemaid. You take a closer look, and quite a large number of staple food bears the "Happy Maid Corp." label. Again, you feel that shiver. This has all gone much further than you imagined. You have been eating this food for days now, and you didn't even notice it. Because - well, that's what the housemaid was for, right? Buying groceries and cooking. You didn't really set a step into this closet since the Happy Maid arrived.

How long until Dave will let you out of here, you wonder?

Then you hear the door again.

"Dave?", you call out.

The answer is a hissing sound, like from an aerosol can. You frown and sniff. There's a faint smell of... rose in the air, creeping through the small gap in the door.

"Just fresh air", says a voice. The maid.