The Musky Room

The walls of this small room had seen many faces, coming, and going in a sense. Never by their choice. HE just wanted HER to be happy. HE could not have any sympathy or mercy for those that hurt HER. HE knew that SHE would never do anything about it herself. So to show how much HE cared for HER, HE started bringing this list of "offenders" to this room. Dark, musky, and the smell of rust, possibly urine, and something rotting. The dirt colored wallpaper that aged and peeled down the walls in some places, gave the room an eerie personality. A steel cold chair sits in the middle of the room waiting patiently for the next victim. One light hanging tenuously from the ceiling. No windows in the room, a camera in the top corner of one of the walls silently peeking at the occurrences. The door help multiple sets of locks and bolts. HE would ask them a few questions, usually why they did what they did to HER, but it would always end the same, a slow and painful withdrawal from this world.