The world is cold. Well, at least this cell is. There’s no one here. Not a single soul, besides me. I can’t even telI if I have one anymore.

I’ve been here for about a week, but who knows it could have been months. There’s no light down here just dirt and a chain that connects me to the wall. The cell I’m in is a hole in the ground. There’s metal gates above me, the only way of ventilation.

The person that placed me here is a man named Peter. He was my fiancé. I told him I couldn’t marry him after he murdered a child. He told me that was a bad idea and placed me here.

I walked around the hole placing my hand on the dirt wall. During walking my circle my hand felt something warm and smooth. Like an actual wall. The handle was just at my fingertips. When I reached to pull it the chain tugged at my left ankle.

I tried running to pull the chain out of the wall, but I only landed on my face and getting a mouthful of dirt.

Screaming in frustration and my elbows bleeding, I just decided to sit down against the dirt wall.

Hours of crying and yelling pasted. So I sat in the pitch black. Then as I was beginning to believe there was no hope, a piece of rope fell through the grate of the ceiling. Tantalizing me. There was something attached to it. I stood up to grab it. It was was a note, a candle, and box of matches in a basket. I lit a match and the candle. I tore open the letter. It read;

My darling,

At the stroke of midnight you will be mine. We will live together as one.

Yours Truly.

The handle of the door started to creak. There was noise outside of the door. It sounded like metal clanging together. Keys.

There was a low growl. Then the door flung open. The candle almost went out, but the flicker of light showed white glowing fangs. And then it went out.

It’s paws scrape the ground as it walks towards me. Breathing deeply each step. A deep low growl escapes it’s mouth and I can feel the heat of its breath as it exhales. He’s here. He’s coming to get me.

A dark figure near the area of the door comes closer to me. He has something in his hands. Something big. Is he going to bash my head and let the dog finish me? No, it was a bouquet of roses.

“Come on my dear, for I am truly yours.” He said to me, with the dog close at his heels.

I knew I had to go with him, it’s either death or life as a prisoner to him. I stood up brushed my legs off and walked towards him. He bend down lit the candle and unlocked my chains. He grabbed the candle and my hand and smiled. I could feel hot tears running down my face.

We walked out of the hole with the dog close behind. As I left the hole I thought I would’ve been safer in there and at least I would know how I would die, but now walking with a murderer I didn’t know how I would. Maybe he would be the one to slice my throat when we cut the cake.

They always said getting married is getting hand cuffed to your partner and you better choose wisely. But as we were walking with the dog growling right behind me, I realized I would be his prisoner until I die.