I had lost all hope that I'd ever get out. But then he burst through the door. My hero. He looked exactly like the pope and it was such a turn on. He farted on his hand and the keys to the handcuffs appeared in his hands. He let me out. He said to me, "I wouldn't need the handcuffs to help hold you down, and you'd never wanna leave." Those words kinda frightened me, but I said "🅱️et." So we went to the church bathroom. And he was right. I loved listening to him preach. He proposed. We got married and decided to go on a honeymoon in Portland. We rode a train. When we got off, he hooked me onto a leash. I was confused, but assumed he was just being silly. We checked into our honeymoon suite. He got out 2 dog bowls and filled one with water, and the other with chicken salad. He opened a box that had a large dog crate in it, and put it together. Then he said to me; "KENNEL." I was afraid so I did it. He locked me in and turned out the lights. I was so afraid of him. I woke up in the morning and realized what was going on was a real problem. I told him I wanted to split up, but he smacked me and said "dogs cannot speak! No food today!" and he left the hotel room with me in the kennel. I saw he put up a do not disturb sign on the doorknob, so I knew nobody would come in to find me.
