V plenu

Menya zovut Alisa. I moj muzh – monstr. On bogat, zhestok i cinichen – dlya nego zhizn′ ne stoit i lomanogo grosha, osobenno chuzhaya. On ukral u menya lyubov′. Dlya nego ya – igrushka. No radi spaseniya otca ya gotova na vse, dazhe zhit′ v plenu u monstra. Vot tol′ko inogda mne kazhetsya, chto za maskoj uroda i chudovishha pryachetsya otchayanno odinokij muzhchina…