Trapped in a Box

"My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me.“It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack.“You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut.I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him.“Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt.Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…"But he didn’t care.A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box.But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse."