“Come, my dear,” said Bluebeard to his latest young new wife. “I have a gift for you.”
He escorted her into their large bedroom and pointed toward a newly installed door, which stood slightly ajar. “A spacious new room for all your pretty dresses and things,” he said.
She pushed open the door and looked inside. “Why darling,” she said, “this looks more like a torture chamber!”
“As you wish, dearest,” he said, pushing her into the new room, stepping in behind her, and slamming shut the door.
He escorted her into their large bedroom and pointed toward a newly installed door, which stood slightly ajar. “A spacious new room for all your pretty dresses and things,” he said.
She pushed open the door and looked inside. “Why darling,” she said, “this looks more like a torture chamber!”
“As you wish, dearest,” he said, pushing her into the new room, stepping in behind her, and slamming shut the door.
