The Puppet

Sitting in the interrogation room I wonder where it all went wrong. He was the man of my dreams. Our wedding day was perfect, these last few years were perfect. I never could have guessed it would end like this. He wasn’t who I though he was. I should’ve never opened that door. I mean the only rule that my husband had for me was to not go into the closet in the hall. I should have listened. I hear the door open, and two men walk into the room and sit down.

“You are aware that you can have a lawyer present as we question you, correct?” one of the men asks me and in nod in response. He pushes a voice recorder to me and says, “we need a verbal confirmation for the record.”

“Yes, I understand.” The man who spoke finally looks up at me.

“I’m agent Robertson this is agent Knox. Were you aware of what your husband was keeping in the linin closet in your home?” he looks at me and I shake my head.

“Again, we need a verbal confirmation or denial.”

“No, I wasn’t aware there was a...” I can’t finish my sentence as I start sobbing. I am disgusted by what I had found. I am disgusted at my husband. Agent Robertson nods his head and writes something in a notebook. The men ask me a few more questions but I don’t fully answer. I can’t believe this. I need to know why. Why he did this. I need to know if he truly loved me or if I was just a cover story.

“I would like to talk to my husband.” I lookup at the men and they look at each other concern filling both of their eyes. “I need to know why.”

“Mrs. Most people like him never have a reason why they do what they do. “

“I don’t care I need to talk to him.” The agents nod at each other and stand up.

“We will see if we can get you in there.” Agent Knox tells me.

“Thank you.”

A few hours later the door opens, and an officer leads me to another door. As I walk in, I see my husband sitting in a chair, handcuffed to the table.

“Leslie.” I hear my husband laugh as he says my name. I sit down in the chain across from him.

“Why?”

“Why what Les?” he asks me, and I shake my head.

“You know exactly what I want to know.”

“I really don’t darling.” He chuckles and rage fills me.

“Why the fuck was there a human hanging up in our closet!” I yell at him and start crying. An officer opens the door and starts to walk me out of the room when I hear him mutter something.

“What was that you bastard?” I yell at him

He laughs and, in a voice I’ve never heard. he said, “She was my toy, my puppet. Just like you.”