When I got home, it was 8:00.  Later than I originally expected.  Today was a very long, very boring, mundane day.  Just as usual.  

But the hours before this moment didn't matter.  For I was about to see my spouse.  The reason I slaved over a desk for countless hours each and every day.  

Opening the door,  I flipped a switch and illuminated my home.  I took some time to look around take everything in.  I realized that I had all of this because I earned it.  I worked so hard to make a living, and I did a good job at it.  I managed to make enough money so I could take care of my needs and my wants.  All the hard work I've done was all worth it.  

And then there was my greatest prize.  The one thing that couldn’t compare to all the money in the world.  The greatest treasure of all time.  The mare I loved.  The one that vowed to spend the rest of their life with me.  All the ups and downs that we had mattered not.  What did matter was that no matter how hard it may seem, how hard it is to forgive after the most heated arguments, how tempting it may be to smack her across the cheek, I knew that love could triumph overall.

She was my one and she was my only.

I could not bear another moment away from the greatest pony I've ever met.  

"Honey... I'm home!" I proudly announced.

I heard her response coming from the basement.  She might have been collecting the ingredients that are necessary for that nights dinner.  I begun my journey to the basement.

I switched on the lights and I looked at her standing next to the fridge, her hair caught in her face.  She looked like that Samara character from the Ring. I chuckled a bit, going in for a hug.  She mumbled some incoherent obscenities.  Perhaps we had ran out of something, or she couldn't find it.  

She didn't look at me.  "Is there something wrong honey?"  I asked.  She didn't say anything.  I went in for a kiss, but she turned her face away from me.  I could tell that there was something wrong.

"Come on, tell me what's wrong."  I remove the hair away from her face... to reveal several cuts and bruises.  

I gridned my teeth in hatred.  I grinded them so hard that my teeth began to dig into my gums, drawing the crimson liquid from your my mouth.  "Who did this to you?"

She started to cry and tried to say something.  But something stopped her.  She was just mumbling.  

"Honey, just please tell me."  I removed the gag from her mouth and adjusted the ropes around her stomach so she could speak better.  

She lets out a strained breath.  "Please, just let me out of here!"  

"...What?  Can you please just tell me what happened to you?"

"Just let me out!"  she started to sob.  

I wiped away the tear from her face.  "Please.  I just want to know what happened to you."

"What are you talking about?  You know exactly what you did to me!  You have kept me down here for Celestia knows how long!  You're a sick psychopath!"

I smacked her across the face, making her fall to the ground!  I bent down and tightened the ropes around her and the chair and stuck the gag back in her mouth.  "You just don't get it, do you?!  You have no idea how hard I work to provide for you, to take care of you!  It's like you don't even care!"

I watched her as she cried.  Tears falling from her damaged face.  I turned around, an unimaginable anger burning inside of me.  As I ascended up the stairs, I got an idea.  An idea that may as well have ruined our fragile relationship.  But it was the only way.  

I turned around, eyeing her as she fearfully tried to crawl away.  Both of us knew all too well that that was pointless.  Yet I didn't know she bother trying.

I grabbed her by the hair and pull her up so she's sitting up-right in the chair she's bound to.  I didn't let go of her hair, so I used that to pull her into the furnace room just behind her.  And I pushed her in.  

I slammed the door behind me and locked it, sheathing her in a sword of darkness.  I could hear her screaming for help.  How cute.

I was near the stairs again when I felt sort of bad.  I couldn't go back to her after what I did.  But an apology would help mend the wound.  

Turning around, I slowly walked to the door and put my forehead against it.  "I'm so, so sorry, my love... I'll let you out in a week.  I love you."

I turned away, tears falling down my face.  But... there was  something wrong.  I didn't know why, but... I couldn't help but smile.