A loud snore woke Emily with a start. She rolled out of bed, her limbs tangled in the sheets, landing with a thud. She looked up to see Bill peering over the edge of the bed with a sheepish smile. She didn't bother to mask the horror on her face. It wasn't a dream. Emily shook herself out of her stupor and scrambled out of the room to her own, ignoring Bill. What the hell was she thinking yesterday? Her stomach churned as memories of last night came back to her groggy mind. The taste of him and feel of his arousal made her want to scrub her skin off. Why would he put her in such a position? Doubt filled her that he would come to his senses. What was she to do? She sighed as the hiss of a monster can filled the silent room.

The soft sound of muffled music caught Bill's attention as he stared out of his door in the direction that Emily had fled moments ago. He didn't understand what had upset her so much. A woman had never tore out of his bed like that before, nothing even happened between them, leaving him hurt and confused. Bill got out of bed and made his way to Emily's room, ready to demand answers.

"Emily?" He called out, only for the volume of the music to be turned up. He glared at the door for a moment. "Emily! Open up! You're acting like a teenager!" He shouted, pausing for a moment, awkwardly remembering that's exactly what she is.

Emily gave the door a 'what the fuck' look and turned up the music more, taking a long sip of her monster. "Fuck off!" She shouted as she turned on her console.

"Emily!" He shouted angrily as he barged in. She drowned out his shouting by turning up the music, all the while keeping her eyes locked with his. His physical appearance repulsed her as he didn't bother getting dressed. He unplugged her speakers and crossed his arms.

She rolled her eyes as it was getting to the best part of the song and that she now had to listen to his whiny voice. She shoved past him to plug her sound system back in. "GET OUT!" She snarled, her fists balled at her sides.

Bill stood there taking in her furious stance, he picked her up and sandwiched her between himself and the wall. She glared daggers at him as she tried to free her arms. He put his lips to her ear, "Let's talk about this. Like adults." He whispered angrily, his grip tightening.

Emily ignored the pain and snarled into his ear "Get off me you fucking wannabreeder!"

"What?" He matched the intensity of her glare.

"I said-"

"Breeder?" He snarled incredulously, squeezing her shoulders harder. "Is this what this is all about? Don't be so fucking immature, Emily."

"I'm far from immature! I'm saving you heartbreak and time, Bill." She said with a withering glare.

"Saving me from heartbreak? Too late for that!" He spat acidly.

"No it isn't!" She shouted in his face.

"Emily, you're the only thing I live for." He said yelled as he stroked her cheek.

She turned her head away, "Find something else then!"

"Do I mean nothing to you?!" He demanded as he was practically crushing her.

"God-fucking-damn!" She screamed in fury as she thrashed around.

"Watch your mouth!" He snarled, spraying saliva on her face.

"FUCK YOU!" She screamed as she attempted to head butt him.

He snorted, "Oh now you want to have sex."

"what the- Are you stupid?!" She snarled as she gave him a 'what the hell' look.

"Far from it." He said in a low venom laced voice.

"You want to talk, fucking talk then." She snapped, waiting impatiently.

"Why are you being like this? I thought you were my girlfriend, Emily. You said you'd give me a chance. Breeder? Grow the hell up. You wanted to move away from mommy and daddy to be an adult, act like one. You're in an adult relationship now, deal with it like a fucking adult!" He snarled in her face, holding her higher.

"Since I'm in an adult relationship I can end it whenever I want, like a fucking adult." She spat acidly, her features twisted. Bill spluttered for a moment realizing he had set himself up there.

"You can't just end it like that." He spat indignantly.

"Why not? I am an adult after all." She snarled with a vicious smile.

"Because you can't! Why do you want to?" He yelled desperately as he searched her twisted features for answers.

"Do you really have to ask that?" She snapped, rolling her eyes.

"You're breaking up with me because I want children?!" He yelled angrily in her face.

"Is that a problem?!" Emily asked incredulously.

He stared at her for a moment and shook his head. "Wow, you're immature and a liar."

"How the fuck am I a liar?!" She asked as she bared her teeth.

"You said you'd give me a chance!" His voice cracked as he held back the dam of tears.

"You had a gun to your head! What the fuck was I suppose to do?!" Emily shouted, as she glared into his eyes.

"Have some compassion!" He wailed as he sobbed bitterly.

"This is compassion." She said calmly as she struggled again.

"Just love me! It would be the same with any other man! Just stay with me! I won't hurt you like them." He said between sobs. She stared at him unsure of what to think or say. Love doesn't work like that, right?

"You could grow to love me, if you would just give us a chance. Let me make your dreams come true." He pleaded as he stared up at her.

"What about your dreams?" She asked, tears threatening to fall.

"You're my dreams. I can't live without you, I won't." He said in a desperate hopefulness as he gently set her down.

"C'mon man, don't do this to me." Emily pleaded, still trapped between him and the wall.

"You'd love me once you got to know me." He said as he sniffled.

"I'm pretty sure this is not how these things work." Emily snapped.

"You can't seem to get enough when we kiss, that's the first step…" He whispered, his lips brushing against hers. She shivered and cursed him for being right.

"Kiss me, Emily." He whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She shook her head and tried to take a step back only to be pulled closer. He lost patience and kissed her cheek, trailing her jawline to her neck. A moan escaped her lips as he sucked on her neck, spurring him on.

"S-stop." She moaned as she tried to weakly push him away.

"Not until I change your mind." He whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her lobe, sending sparks down her spine. Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and bit her lip as all the anger left her. This is not how she wanted to react. She wanted to push him away and slap some sense into him, at the same time she didn't want to stop. Why did it have to feel so good?

"See? You do want me." He whispered into her ear with a smirk.

"You don't play fair." Emily snapped breathlessly. He nipped her neck playfully in response. "Stop, I'm mad at you." She moaned as he nibbled on her ear.

"Let me make you feel good." He moaned lustfully as he squeezed a handful of her ass, grinding her pelvis.

"It will only end badly." She whined as she tried to pull away.

Bill's wet eyes met her gaze, "It doesn't have to, my love."

"It won't work." She tried again.

"We can make it work. You're the only thing I want in this life." He said breathlessly, gazing deeply into her eyes.

"Bill, you're making this harder than it has to be. We are too different." She said with a sigh.

"We're not so different, Emily. I don't want kids if it means we can't be together." He lied as he caressed her collarbone. "I won't live without you. You know you care about me. You love me, if you didn't you would have let me kill myself. You don't want to admit it, but you love me. Just give us a chance." He whispered.

"Okay." She said somberly, feeling trapped. What choice did she have? She certainly had no idea of how love worked. It's not like they were going to get married or anything, she tried to reassure herself.

"Do you mean it this time?" He asked as he stroked her soft hair.

"Yeah." She said softly, not meeting his eyes.

He gently lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers. Emily hated how his touch swayed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, guilt for betraying herself nagged at the back of her mind. Bill carried her to his bed and laid on top of her. Emily moaned as he massaged her breast.

She sobered up when his hand snaked down her shorts. He stroked the coarse hair there, while nuzzling the crook of her neck. "I love you, Emily." He whispered breathlessly. It was all wrong, but she didn't want to stop him. She gasped when his large fingers found her clitoris.

"I uh have to go to the bathroom." She said awkwardly as she pulled away from him, he ignored her and held her in place. Emily whined as she tried to push his hand away. "Bill, stop."

"But Emily you're so wet." He growled lustfully as he ground his erection into her thigh.

"We should s-stop" She moaned as she weakly pushed him.

He continued and slipped a finger into her. "Let me pleasure you." She moaned loudly as she gripped his shoulder tightly, digging her nails in, eliciting an excited hiss from Bill.

Bill pulled his boxers off, leaving himself stark naked. Posing in a way for Emily to get a good look at all of him. She placed a hand over her racing heart and tried to mask her repulsion. She had seen diagrams of penises, but they certainly were much uglier in person, not to mention his fat rolls were a definite turn off. It was strange, his body felt good to her hand but repulsed her when she looked at him. Was she shallow? Emily questioned herself for the hundredth time. She turned to leave and stopped when she saw her missing toothbrush sitting on his dresser, along with one of her socks, a monster tab, an old online pass code to one of her games. What the hell? She went to the bathroom to get some space.

What was she doing? This is all wrong. This isn't how things were supposed to happen. She hated how he wouldn't take no for an answer and kept touching her; she hated how she let him. How far did he want to go? What the fuck was up with her stuff in his room? It made her stomach churn as she thought of other stuff that seemed off. She hoped she would get hired soon so she could get the hell out of here.

Bill stared out of the door in anticipation for her return. He looked at the clock, a few minutes had passed, maybe just needed a few more. He heard the door open and excitedly awaited her return. Bill got up when he heard her bedroom door shut, wondering what she was doing. "Emily?" He called out as he opened the door, startling her.

She stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. He stepped inside the room, angrily snatched the controller out of her hand. "Hey!" She shouted as she tried to get it back.

"What the hell, Emily?! You just left me there." He snapped as he put the controller behind his back.

"I...uh...sorry." She said sheepishly as she crept around him.

"We're you just going to play a video game while I was waiting for you?!" He snapped, considering locking it up somewhere.

"Yea..." She said quietly as she reached for her controller.

"What is wrong with you? You could have at least said something!"

"I tried! You wouldn't have any of it!" She yelled as she went to snatch it back.

"I don't think you deserve to play after that. I'll give it back when I feel you've earned it." He said passive aggressively, holding it out of her reach.

"You can't do that! Give it back!" She yelled as she used his shoulder for leverage, admonishing herself for ever considering hooking up with him.

"Watch me, love." He said with a nasty smirk as he turned to leave.

"You son of a bitch!" Emily snarled, pacing closer with a withering glare.

"Excuse me?" He snapped as he whirled around.

"Get your fat greasy paws off of my controller." She growled through grit teeth.

"Is that anyway to talk to your boyfriend?" He snapped, feeling wounded.

"You're not my boyfriend!" She snarled viciously, mere inches from him.

He glared at her and threw the controller into his room. She ran after it cursing. Bill cracked his knuckles as he stalked closer. If this is how it is going to be then so be it. He blocked her path, sizing her up. She glared at him, waiting for him to move.

"Give it to me, Emily." He demanded as he held out his hand.

"Pfft, as if." She growled as she shoved past him.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her to the floor with ease. She screamed as she thrashed around, trying to pry his iron grip loose. "Let me go! Bill!" She yelled fearfully.

"You left me no choice, darling." He snapped as he picked her up by her hair, eliciting cries of pain from her. She frantically clawed at his arm as he dragged her to a part of the house she didn't recognize. "Somebody help me!" Emily screamed as she dug her nails into his forearm, his flesh tearing under them. He slapped her hard, blood poured in her mouth.

Bill dropped her, watching her land in a heap. He grabbed a roll of tape and got to work binding her arms together behind her back, ignoring her weak cries for help. She kicked out at him, landing a couple of weak blows to his thighs. He slung her over his shoulder and carried her to his bed where he flung her down.

He picked up his discarded boxers from earlier and tied them around her mouth as a makeshift gag. She tried to get off the bed to run away, but he stopped her and shoved her back down. She stared up at him in terror, watching him inspect his bloodied arm, bits of flesh poked up. Bill roughly rubbed his blood all over her face.

Emily sobbed as fear paralyzed her body. He grabbed a pair of scissors. She stiffened when she felt the cool metal against her thigh. Bill cut her clothes off, leaving her sitting on a pile of scraps. She shivered from the sudden exposure. Emily started kicking at him again. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at her making her blood run cold.

"That's right Emily, your life is in my hands. You're mine." He said coldly, a cruel smile etched on his face.

Emily tried to gather a fraction of the courage of the protagonists she looked up to. She wasn't like them, she was just some lame unemployed teen that made nothing but bad decisions. She shook her head, thoughts like that would get her killed. Determination filled her as she eyed the gun. Maybe there was a way she could distract him? Acting would probably be out of the question now. Emily glared daggers at him as she scooted off the bed, getting to her feet, testing him.

"Get back on the bed." He commanded as he held the gun tighter.

Emily did as she was told. Tears streamed down her face as she stared up at him, noting he was still naked and now she was too. He slowly approached her, gun in hand. Bill wiped away her tears with his thumb. "Shhh, it's okay, Emily." He said in a soothing voice as he untied the gag.

"What are you going to do to me?" She sobbed, her efforts to free herself fruitless.

"I'm going to take care of you my love." He said as he pressed her cheek to his hairy gut and stroked her other cheek with his thumb.

"W-what do you mean by that?" She croaked.

"I will take care of all of your needs." He growled as he grabbed a fistful of her hair. She whimpered at the implications, wishing she never left home.

"Why are you doing this?" Emily asked, her voice cracking.

"Because my dear sweet, Emily, this is what's best for us. We'll have the perfect family, with a house on the lake." He said with a distanced look.

"Y-you mean dogs right?" Emily asked, hoping she could maybe reason her way out of this.

"Yes those too." He said dreamily.

"Bill, we don't have to do this, let me go. I won't tell anyone and we can go our separate ways." Emily said nervously as she fidgeted.

"I can't let you go, Emily, I love you! Don't you see?! I can give you everything and you could give me everything. You'll grow to love me as I love you." He said in desperation as he grabbed her shoulders. "I need you, Emily." Bill whispered as he knelled between her legs.

"Please not like this. Not like this." Emily cried as she tried to scooted backwards.

"Shhhh, baby. Everything will be alright." He whispered as he held her face lovingly in his hands.

"Please, Bill. Please! No no nooo!" She cried helplessly in his grasp.

"I love you, I can't wait to make you, Emily Dauterive." He said huskily as he pressed himself to her. Emily recoiled with a whimper.

Bill dug around in the nightstand as Emily was crushed between him and the headboard. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, causing Emily to become hysteric. He roughly shoved her down on her face and cuffed her wrists after removing the tape.

She screamed into the mattress as she felt him slip a dry, rough finger inside her. Emily shook as he inserted another finger, she tried to crawl away only for him to hold her firmly in place. She thrashed around, trying to get away from the offending appendages. He pulled out his slick fingers and flipped her over. Bill positioned himself between her legs and laid on top of her. He kissed her lips, sticking his tongue deep into her mouth, exploring her oral cavity as she gagged. She was highly away of the warm member poking her entrance as she fought against her gag reflex.

He bit her neck as he slid into her core, eliciting a groan from her. She squeezed her eyes shut from the pain, grunted as he gently thrust in and out of her. "C-could you put on a condom?" She managed to say between sobs. "It's too late for that, Emily." He moaned in her ear.

"Pl-please !" She whined helplessly.

"We are one, Emily. We don't need one." He growled as he thrust faster.

"I don't want to get pregnant!" She screamed as she tried to head-butt him.

Bill stopped thrusting and gave her an annoyed look, "You're on birth control."

"It's not effective yet!" She cried, hoping he would stop.

He smashed his lips to hers and crashed his hips against hers. Emily clamped her jaws shut and cursed her body for betraying her. It shouldn't feel good. His touch sickened her. She couldn't ignore what was happening, hyper aware of every inch of him.

Bill collapsed onto her in a sweaty, panting heap. Emily cried quietly into his damp shoulder as she felt the aftermath oozing out. He slowly pulled out and laid flush to her. Her quiet cries pulled at his heart strings, "Shhh, shhh, it's okay." He kissed her cheek lovingly as he held her tightly to his chest. Bill stroked her matted hair as he tried to soothe her.

"Why?" She cried.

"I had to have you." He whispered into her ear as he gently rocked her, making her even more nauseous.

"What about STDs?" She cried hoarsely.

"You don't have to worry about any of that, my love." He murmured in her ear as brushed away a few strands from her face.

"I won't tell anyone, please let me go." She begged as she tried to pull away from his embrace.

"I thought you loved me, Emily." He said with a wince.

"Not after this, you're not even worth the oxygen you steal." She snarled quietly. He slapped her hard, making her sob bitterly.

"That was hurtful, Emily. That's no way to treat your fiancé after making love." He snapped bitterly.

"You...you...raped me." Emily choked out.

Bill stiffened as he propped himself up on his elbow, "No, we made love. You were soaking wet, you wanted it too."

She sobbed as she laid there helplessly. He huffed and set to work binding her legs together, not bothering to clean her up. Bill took a strip of what used to be her shirt and gagged her with it. Emily stared up at him weakly with wet, bloodshot eyes. He gave her a slobbery kiss on the cheek before leaving her alone in the room. She stared at his retreating form, wondering what he was going to do with her.

He was elated he finally got to make love to his beloved. He sat down and got to work searching for a secluded place to purchase. Bill was glad he hadn't reenlisted. Soon it would be just him and Emily with no pesky neighbors to intervene. In no time he found the perfect place in Montana within his price range. It was nine miles from any neighbors and around twenty miles from the nearest town. Everything was falling into place. He sent an email before getting back to his beloved.

Emily fell off the bed, landing in a painful heap, startling Bill. He gently picked her up and sat her back on the bed, crawling up beside her. He murmured soothing sweet nothings in her ear as she stroked her queasy belly. She fell asleep from exhaustion after a short while. Bill nuzzled the back of her neck lovingly, taking in her intoxication scent. He finally had a woman of his own.