Emily's eyes fluttered open. She began to hyperventilate as she thrashed around the bed, trying in vain to slip out of the bonds. Bill walked in with a sour look on his face, his mood souring further as he saw her struggling. He placed a threatening hand on her bare shoulder, stilling her movements instantly. The bed sagged as he sat next to her. Emily stared up at him with wet fearful eyes.
Bill sighed as he trailed his fingers down her side in thought. "Oh, Emily my lovely bride to be." He crooned as he laid beside her. Emily nearly choked when he referred to her as his bride. "What?" She croaked, hoping she heard wrong.
He nestled his face between her breasts, "I got us a place in Montana. There's a lake there too, just how you wanted it. It will be just you and me my lovely bride."
"Please just let me go!" Emily cried as she thrashed around.
Bill crushed her to his chest and held her firmly in place, glaring daggers at her. Emily sobbed hysterically as she struggled futilely to free herself. He tried to kiss her only to be headbutted. "Emily! You're acting like a child! Get ahold of yourself!" Bill snapped. Emily shivered and stared wide eyed at him in terror. His eyes softened, pangs of guilt made his heart clench as he didn't mean to frighten her so bad. Bill stroked her rough matted hair to soothe her, making a note mental note to brush and trim it later.
"Why?" She asked timidly, diverting her eyes.
He nuzzled her cheek, "Why what Emily dear?"
"You know…why?" She sobbed tilting her head away.
"The love we made?" Bill asked cautiously as he caressed her cheek.
Emily turned her head and suppressed a gag. "Y-You know that's not what it was!" She snapped, tears streaming down her face.
"What are you saying, Emily? You were practically begging me to take you, and I admit I was pretty eager." He said with flushed cheeks.
Emily stared at him in disbelief. "You're a goddamn liar!" She snarled in rage as she violently thrashed around in another attempt to wrench herself out of his grasp. Bill grit his teeth as he struggled to keep ahold of her. A few minutes passed when she stilled, panting heavily from the exertion. "HELP!" She let out a blood curdling screaming in hopes someone would hear and rescue her.
She inhaled sharply for another scream when she felt Bill's large hands around her throat squeezing it shut. Emily stared at him, petrified into submission. He slowly released her neck and watched as she gasped. "What is wrong with you!" He demanded, forcing her to look at him.
"What's wrong with me?! You stole all of my firsts, wouldn't take no for an answer and and...raped me." She shouted hysterically.
Bill clenched his jaw as he considered her for a moment. "I didn't steal anything from you. I'm proud to be you first and only. For the last time we made love, I don't want to hear that word out of your mouth again." He said softly.
"What, rape? It's because you know what you did, no matter how you try to dress it up." Emily said quietly, an edge to her voice.
"You'll eventually grow to love me and return my feelings." He said dejectedly, pressing his forehead to hers.
"Like hell I will. You're the monster my parents warned me about. I was too stupid to listen to them." Emily said morosely.
"Your parents are real pieces of work!" Bill growled, thinking back to when he had the misfortune of meeting them. "They're not coming to our wedding."
"What wedding? What the hell are you planning to do to me?" Emily asked timidly, trying to fight off panic.
"Make you my lovely wifely." He said tenderly before pressing his lips to her unwilling ones. "And the mother of my children." Bill whispered softly over her lips, his brushing against hers.
"Why are you doing this?" Emily asked in a panicked whisper.
"I'm in love with you silly." He smiled softly and nuzzled her cheek again.
"I'm not in love with you." She said, her voice laced in fear.
"You will be eventually." He whispered as he stroked her hair, pressing his forehead to hers again.
"Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?" Emily desperately asked.
"You've captured my heart, my sweet bride." He said dreamily as he held her closer.
"Stop calling me that. I won't actually marry you." Emily whispered timidly.
"Oh, but you will my love. You don't get a choice. You will say I do." Bill said sternly as he forcefully cupped her cheek.
"I-I don't want to!" She wailed helplessly.
"Why wouldn't you?" Bill asked, hurt.
"You're a monster." She whispered timidly and sniffled.
"I'm not a monster. I saved you from one. Remember the bar? What do you think he was going to you?" Bill growled.
"The same things you did to me." Emily croaked.
Bill scoffed, "You would have been in a ditch somewhere. I'm going to take care of you, protect you, give you everything you need." Emily closed her eyes, sobs racking her body. "Shh don't cry…please don't cry. You should be happy, you're getting married in a few days!"
"Happy?" Emily asked disorientated.
"Mhm, I'm going to get another taste of the frosting." He whispered huskily as he cupped her bottom. Emily let out a whine as she shook her head, desperately hoping he would stop. "Please no!" She cried.
"Shh…shhh." He shushed her, caressing her cheek tenderly.
"Not again please!" Emily pleaded, wincing when he squeezed her breast.
"Make love to me." He whined as he poked her thigh with his erection.
Finding her voice momentarily, Emily said, "No."
"Emily." He said sharply as he brandished the gun from his waistband. She bit her lip and cowered, wishing she was brave enough to attempt to disarm him. He undid her bonds, watching her warily. Unsure of what to do she placed a trembling hand on his cheek, hesitating on kissing him. Maybe if she somewhat played along with his fantasy she would survive the next few days to escape or get help.
Warm tears streamed over the sides of her temples as she pressed her quivering lips to his. They were warm, soft and disgustingly attacking hers hungrily. He roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She spluttered and flailed, trying in vain to pull away. He held her in place and continued to assault her, positioning himself between her legs.
He pulled back breathlessly, "You love me, right?" He panted, searching her face. Emily nodded her head, fearing her voice would betray her even more than her twisted features. Bill smiled in relief and kissed away the tears, trailing kisses down her neck. His hand snaked down to her groin, finding her entrance, frowning with its lack of wetness. Bill sucked one of her hardened nipples and stroked her until her body began to cooperate against her will. He smiled toothily and he licked his wet fingers, savoring the taste. Emily stared at him with a mix of unabashed disgust and horror. "You taste so good." He purred huskily, squeezing her hips.
"I need you." He moaned as he slid into her. Emily hissed in discomfort from the penetration, sick that her body was responding just how he wanted it to. "Oh, Emily you feel so good." He growled as he thrusted a few times before stopping.
"I-Is something wrong?" She asked, her voice rising in fear that it was about her Mirena.
"Something is poking me." He said with a mix of concern and annoyance.
"That is m-my Mirena. It has strings that are supposed to be there." Emily said timidly.
"So, your Miranda is in your precious womb?" He asked in concern. She would have rolled eyes at his remark about her uterus if she wasn't so scared. "Yeah…" Emily whispered, afraid of where this was going.
"It won't hurt it or make you infertile?" He asked caressing her lower belly.
"I'll be infertile for the next five years. That's kind of the idea." Emily said, her voice cracking.
"Why would you keep such a precious gift from your husband-to-be?" Bill asked, thrusting slowly.
"Fertility isn't a gift it's a biological curse." Emily croaked.
He picked up the pace and smashed his lips to hers. Emily repressed a gag and tried to keep up. He put her legs over his shoulders and pounded into her until he collapsed over her and climaxed. Bill caressed her cheek and rested his head on her chest, panting. Emily stared up at the ceiling, silently suffering from the pain of being violated a second time. She could feel the slick of sweet between their bodies and the uncomfortable wetness in her groin. Bill kissed her lips softly and brushed her damp bangs off her forehead.
"You don't have to be so quiet." He said dreamily. He noticed the pain in her eyes. "Are you alright, Emily?" He asked, his forehead creased in worry.
"It hurts." She croaked, wincing when he pulled out. Disgust and shame washed over her as his semen oozed out.
Bill gave her an apologetic look before cleaning off with a pair of boxers. He noticed a decent amount of blood on himself and looked over to see some crusted on her inner most thighs along with fresh blood mixed with his seed. He gently cleaned away most of the fluids, leaving damp orangey-red smears on her inner thighs. Bill tossed the soiled underwear onto the floor and laid next Emily. Sure, he took her virginity, but was there supposed to be this much blood? Maybe it was that damned Miranda thing she has? He crawled next to her and pulled her into his arms. Emily laid still, drenched in his sweat.
"I love you, Emily." Bill said, nuzzling the back of her head. She stared at the wall helplessly, trying to ignore the throbbing pain. "Soon I'll turns those butterflies in your tummy into little feet." He said dreamily as he rubbed her abdomen. Emily froze at those words and swallowed the rising bile, hoping her IUD was effective. "I'm going to take out that Miranda thing so we can get our family started soon!" He said as he snatched up the handcuffs off the nightstand.
"No! You can't!" Emily howled as she sprung to life and thrashed around trying to break free. He quickly pinned and cuffed her to a small bar he attached to the headboard while she was asleep. Her arms were pulled over her head, the metal cuffs biting into her wrists. "Bill! Please! Think about this! You can't just pull it out!" She shrieked as she pulled at her restraints and kicked at him. He pulled out a small rope from the closet and tied one of her legs to the bedpost and sat on the other. "NO!" She screamed, squirming around. "PLEASE! Wait a second! Let's talk about this! Why don't we spend a little time just us before we worry about any of this?" Emily pleaded desperately, hoping that would buy her some time.
"Hold still!" He commanded giving her a pointed look, ignoring her plea. She stilled at the sight of the gun and whimpered. Bill gently inserted a finger into her vagina that was slick with his seed and her blood, he found the offending strings and gently pulled, with a little more force it slipped out, eliciting a loud pained cry from Emily that followed with violent sobs. He stared at the small T shaped plastic device and glared at it before throwing it across the room. Emily stared in horror at all the blood and her birth control laying on the floor. Pain clouded her vision. She didn't bother to reign in her cries as she sat there in hysterics. Bill caressed her cheek, leaving a smear of blood, she jerked her head away, leaning as far away from him as possible.
He pulled her into his lap and held her tightly to his chest, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Shh…it's okay…you're okay." Bill murmured in a soothing voice. Emily shrunk away and fixated her eyes on the IUD. "Soon your belly will swell with our child." He whispered dreamily. Emily began to hyperventilate, on the verge of vomiting. He stroked her upper arm to soothe her, hoping she would calm down soon. Bill kissed her temple tenderly and placed a warm bloodied hand atop hers. "I love you." He whispered lovingly, rocking her. The movement made her stomach churn.
"I think I need to go to the hospital…" Emily said, disorientated.
"The bleeding should stop soon. You just need some rest." Bill said, trying to reassure her, certain she was just a little traumatized.
"It hurts." She whined again, tiredly leaning back into his chest, hoping he would have enough sense to get her medical help.
"I know…I know…It will be worth it though when you see the positive test." He whispered romantically. She sobbed helplessly. His attempts at affection made her sick to her stomach. The thought of his parasite growing in her was terrifying. "Please, Bill. I won't tell anyone. Drop me off at a hospital. Please." She cried, her struggles becoming more staggered as her head spun.
"Emily, you're going to be okay. I'm here." He whispered softly. "We're going to be the perfect family. I can't wait to make you my wife. We have a big day tomorrow so you need to rest. I'll wash us off in the morning." He said as he pulled the comforter over them, making sure her legs were covered. Bill decided to leave her bound to be safe. Emily fought her drooping lids, losing the battle. He kissed her cheek and leaned back against the headboard, tired himself. Her face appeared a bit pale, concerning him a little. He watched her chest rise and fall with deep even breaths, his worry melted away, with a few days she should feel less faint, he hoped. "Sleep well angel." He murmured, finally relaxing enough to doze off.
