13Disclaimer I don't own Bleach
A black haired woman was in her kicthen washing her hands. She turned her head when she heard the front door being opened.
"Ichigo?" The violet eyed woman called.
"It's me" a masculine voice replied.
From the kitchen the petite black haired woman stepped out to welcome the man that just arrived from the front door.
"How was work? Are you hungry?" the woman asked and went to peck him on the lips.
"It's been a long day and yeah I'm a bit hungry." he replied.
"Alright, I'll make you something to eat," the raven haired woman left to the kitchen, while the orange haired male went to their bedroom to change. The violet eyed woman whistled a tune while she got out ingredients to cook. "Time to go check on our guest." she said to herself in a whisper. She went down a hallway that had a single door which led to the basement. She opened the door and went down some steps, this room was small but there was another door further down. This door was peculiar because it was thoroughly locked with different bolts and was made of metal. She opened the door which led to another room, bathed in darkness. She went down some more steps into the darkness and felt around to the wall to find the light switch. She switched it on and a single light bulb in the middle of the room went on giving off barely any light. "And how are we doing today?" she asked. The figure she spoke to was chained to the wall, blood stains were on her limbs were fresh cuts were visible. There was blood staining the chains and also some on the cold cement floor. The woman in chains gave no reply or indication to having heard the question. Her eyes were empty and haunted, but the black haired woman continued on in a cheery voice, "I hope you've been okay. My husband just came home and I was going to make dinner but I came to see how you were doing. It looks to me like everythings dandy." The figure said nothing. "You know you can talk to me, we might aswell get to know each other because I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere for a while." Though the woman with bloodstains kept silent, a shudder went through her. The petite woman gave her a smile and then stood up from the crouched position she had taken to speak to the woman in chains. She turned off the light and closed the metal door, she ignored the wretched scream that came through from the now dark room. She locked it and left back to the kitchen. As she washed ingredients at the sink, a pair of strong arms encircled her waist. She turned to her husband while he leaned down to kiss her. When they pulled away they looked into each others eyes, amber burned into violet and vice versa.
No one could suspect that these two happy and in love couple held a dark secret. A secret hidden in their home, down the steps into that dark room. The secret within themselves, be it insanity or something more sinister and evil. Neither heard the agonized screams for help coming from that room, not that either would've cared.