Prisoner of Love

As Ryan regained consciousness, he shivered, cold. When he tried to move, chains rattled. That snapped him wide awake. He was bound to a chair in the basement. But why?

The door creaked open to reveal... "Olivia?"

His wife descended the stairs, wearing a white nurse's dress and cap for some reason, her blonde ponytail swaying. "Good morning, Ryan." Her voice sounded...off. Her green eyes shined at him with happiness. "Sleep well?" She carried a tray of food over to him and pulled up a chair.

"What the hell are you...?"

She placed a (manicured?) finger to his lips. "Shh," she hushed, holding up a spoonful of oatmeal. "You have to keep up your strength. Eat."

It was then that he recalled the hospital and the nurse who tended to him. "You're not..."

"Eat." The nurse shoved spoonfuls of oatmeal down his throat, almost gagging him, over and over again…