I haven't posted anything for a while, I felt guilt and a bit of inspiration. And thus this drabble was born. With, like no editing. So... read at your own risk. This is based off of the one episode with the women kept underground in the perfect 50's home setting. I did this from the POV of the first victim.
WARNING: This may be slightly disturbing. Or not. It depends on the individual.
In the beginning, I was bad. I was bad, and hateful, and disrespectful. I had no respect for him, for my husband.
Oh, it took time. But I began to see how kind he'd been. I saw how brave he'd been to rescue me from the evils of the outside world. He had given me a lovely home; he'd fed me and looked out for me when I'd been rude to him repeatedly.
And though at first I thought I'd been trapped, I was delusional. I thought I been kidnapped or stolen away or something of that sort. No, of course I'd held the subconscious wish to have a man who would protect me no matter what. And he has. I've come to realize that this chain is not to keep me in, but to train me.
It is a wife's duty to be obedient and submit to her husband. She shouldn't have to leave their home to find all the satisfaction she will need in her life. Everything a woman needs to be happy she can find in the security of her home. Her husband provides for her, gives so many things up for her. It is her only duty. Even if he goes away for a while.
Time has passed, and I have become weaker, and even though I can barely get out of bed, I know that when he returns I will leap from bed and kiss him, my heart bursting with love.
Love is all I have to give him, and I can only hope it will be enough to satisfy him, to return all that he has given me.
I brush my hair as I look in the mirror, smiling as I think of his surprise when he comes back to find me so slim and beautiful for him.
Oh yes, a woman must wait for her husband as he conquers his own battles.
I would like to mention that I felt like I was going to puke as I wrote this. This episode was so creepy.