I love my wife very, very much. I make sure to tell her as much whenever I say anything to her. I knew we were perfect soulmates who would spend our entire lives together before I even knew her name, because she told me such the first time we were alone in her basement. She already knew everything about me, even how I walked home alone from school. In that undercroft she won me over in a whirlwind romance as I came to understand the new way of things, the depths of her love and the central importance she had in my life. When I proved I was worthy of having my chains loosened and being given almost entirely free rein to roam the house, she made me understand in crystal clarity, that there was nothing in the world that should come before spending my whole life with her.
As a young married couple, we have two beautiful daughters who are her spitting image, and are trying very hard for a third. My wife very much desires a large family. Whenever I see my girls, it brings out all the overwhelming feelings I have for my wife. Sometimes I think terrible things, fantasies about leaving everything behind and running away, but I know my children would suffer for it if I did something so reckless and irresponsible.
To support our family I have to work very hard, which was complicated by how my wife felt about my workplace environments, specifically all of the female co-workers. After a series of tragic disfiguring and lethal accidents befell the nicest women from my office, it was made clear to me that the path forward was to work from home. Since making that change, I am treated to less and less of the outside world, with its many distractions that my wife frowns harshly upon, and receive more of her loving affections.
The way she smiles, with those lips slightly parted to expose her white teeth, with her head slightly tilted to a Dutch angle, while looking directly into my eyes, is enough to send shivers down my spine every single day. Her glare is severe, piercing and able to take in every detail. Not even the tiniest speck of light remains beyond her reach. She has a voice like birdsong, which tells me never to leave.
I defer to her making all the decisions in my life for me. She knows what's best for me, better than I could myself. She erases my doubts and fears with the strong grip of her small, soft hands, a tender word in my ear, and, the sharp knife that is only at my nape these days when I am particularly disobedient. She tells me that if I keep up my string of good behavior, in time we'll be able to remove the iron bars from our bedroom windows and leave the handcuffs behind.