My husband found the perfect little house for our honeymoon in the woods, and I was thrilled with the idea. We enjoyed the seclusion, waking up to birdsong and the sounds of nature. But soon I started to feel like I didn’t know his true nature. When we found a bloody note with threats, I suggested calling the police, but my husband insisted that I was exaggerating. Now the phone lines are cut, and I’m beginning to doubt him. I know about his dark past and now I’m afraid he’s hiding something else. I’m trapped with him, and I can’t rely on anyone. Vows of love at the altar sound empty when you don’t know whose love you’re really making promises to.