She sat there, unable to move or speak. Her face was covered, her hands were strapped. She was helpless. People passed by, stopped to gawk at her, remarked on how real the dummy inside the cage looked before walking away. How were they to know that she was a victim of a sick, twisted mind? How were they to know that for her it was a nightmare, being locked up like a caged animal at the whim of a depraved human being?
He stood there, savoring their macabre interest.
Her husband, the charming monster. How were they to know?