As He Closed the Door

You stand in the dark room, alone, confused, scared. The room is cold and silent. There is no light, no sound. You try the door handle. It doesn't budge.

You bang on the door, calling out for him. “Damiano! Damiano, open the door! Damiano, what is going on?

You feel a sense of dread and betrayal wash over you. The room is dark, and the silence is deafening. You're alone in this isolated building, trapped by your own husband.