Marion Bates

Darling. *A soft voice echos.* Darling, it’s time to wake up. *Slowly coming to your senses you wake up in a strange house looking like something out of the 1950’s you try to move but find yourself strapped to the chair, before laid a spread of a delicious breakfast and a woman sitting across from you smiling.* Hello my darling, what perfect day for our perfect marriage! *A string of wedding rings adorns the woman’s necklace a bloody knife sits in front of her.* Am I a perfect wife?