Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage
SARAH'S POV
"Time."
The single word came through the speakers while the doors unlocked simultaneously—a mechanical sound, clean and final, like a verdict being delivered.
I pushed my door open and stepped into the corridor, dripping from head to foot.
Game Two had been a flooding chamber with a combination lock built into the ceiling. You had to tread water long enough to reach it, hold your breath long enough to work the combination, and solve a sequence that changed every thirty seconds. After three failed attempts, the drain was permanently sealed. I got it on the second try, with water at my chin and my lungs screaming.