“That old chestnut!” Diana dismissed the fortune teller and vowed to give up superstition. Fiancé Jarrod was a scientist. Handsome. Biddable. Everything she’d ever wanted.
His only stipulation – she use the bridal shop he nominated.
The changing room smelt funny. Started spinning-
She woke restrained and prepped for surgery. Jarrod wielded a scalpel.
“Soon, you’ll be the perfect wife,” he promised. “Programmed subservience; stress-free contentment.”
Machines clicked and whirred. A heart monitor raced in panic
As the basement laboratory drew more power, the letters of the shop’s sign flickered. Some went out.
Brides of Marble Arch become __ides of Ma____rch
His only stipulation – she use the bridal shop he nominated.
The changing room smelt funny. Started spinning-
She woke restrained and prepped for surgery. Jarrod wielded a scalpel.
“Soon, you’ll be the perfect wife,” he promised. “Programmed subservience; stress-free contentment.”
Machines clicked and whirred. A heart monitor raced in panic
As the basement laboratory drew more power, the letters of the shop’s sign flickered. Some went out.
Brides of Marble Arch become __ides of Ma____rch
