Childhood Friend Turned Into A Nightmare

I made the decision to separate from my husband, and to stay with my childhood best friend, "Jane" and her husband "John." John was always a very...conservative man, if you catch my drift. But we always got along, so I figured no problem. Shortly after arriving, I learned that they had two other roommates. No big deal, I guess. Their behavior caught me off guard, they only addressed John as "sir." When I asked what that was about, Jane told me it's because he's the man of the house. They then sat me down for the "house rules" which include the following:

-John is in charge.

-Cameras inside the house are not to be moved, or turned off.

-The TV in the living room is only to be used as the monitor for the cameras.

-All income goes directly to John.

-No eating without permission

-John will monitor all calls, texts, and emails

-Chores must be completed by noon.

There are some things that I've excluded, but you get the point. I had no idea this was the kind of people they had become. So, as I'm getting ahold of family members, they had their roommates listening into my phone calls, so they confronted me. I told them my sister would come get me, I ended up waiting about a half a mile down the road for 2 hours. I honestly think I could write a horror novel about this experience.

Update: This is an older story, I'm coming up on the 2 year anniversary later this month. I'm no longer with my sister, I've since moved back in with my husband. Thank you all for the support.