Emily stared at Bill, who was sitting at the foot of the bed. The air was tense. She sighed, steeling herself. "Bill, please let me out of bed. I've learned my lesson." She asked softly, watching him intently. He studied her for a moment, uncertain. Bill was getting tired keeping her bed ridden. "No." He said, barely above a whisper. "Please!" She tried again. "I don't trust you." Bill rubbed his face tiredly. "I know, but I've had a lot of time to think. And I'm ready to truly give this a go." She tried to hide the desperation in her voice. "You've lied about giving me and our marriage a chance countless time. I-I want to believe you…" He trailed off. "You don't plan on keeping me here for the rest of our lives do you?" She asked, biting her lip. Bill looked away. Emily's heart leapt into her throat, worried that all her waffling fucked her over. If only she had just let him blow out his brains, then none of this nightmare would have happened. "Goddamn Bill give me a fucking chance to give you a proper chance!" She snapped, glaring at him.
"There it is, this is just an act too." He said bitterly, throwing his hands up. "It's not! I want to give you a real chance. All the-the tender care you've given me while keeping me in this bed, our bed, shows me how much you care. I know you've got to be tired of bathroom duty and hand feeding me by now. I see it in your expressions, you're more distant. Please, Bill, give me a chance." Emily's voice cracked as tears threatened to fall. Bill stared at her with a pained expression. "I've…I've started to fall for you, Bill. I want to be able to take care of myself and…and…and our…kids. But I can't do that chained to our bed." She continued, scared she was getting nowhere. "Our kids?" Bill snorted. "I know you're lying now." He growled, getting up. "I'm allowed to change my mind!" She squeaked, on the verge of panicking. He glared at her. "Do you enjoy toying with my heart?" He snarled, stepping closer.
The dam broke, tears streamed down her face. "I-I…you've changed my mind, I love you, I want to build a life and family with you, Bill." She sobbed miserably. He gave her a dubious look. "Remember our wedding day? When you burned my hand and tried to strangle me?" He growled, trying to keep his righteous indignation. "I'm sorry!" She cried. "Or when you made that little joke?" He growled through clenched teeth. "It was cruel, and I take it back! Please give me a chance to prove it to you!" She pleaded, digging her long nails into her palms. "Then what was last night?" He pressed, unhappy with how she kept dry heaving afterward. "I can't make proper love to you tied up like this. I feel like I'm just a wet hole to you some days…" She cried bitterly. 'Just untie me already!' Emily screamed mentally.
Bill was taken back, his face softening as he wiped some of her tears away. "Do you really want to give me a chance? You've lied so much, I'm scared to believe you." He said, his voice barely audible. "Yes, I want to give you a chance!" Emily said, her hopes rising. Bill leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, she eagerly kissed him back, trying to sell him on letting her up. He pulled away and rested his forehead on hers, nuzzling her nose with his. "Please." She pleaded, her voice a whisper. Bill nodded his head against hers. "Y-yes?" She perked up, her heart hammering in her chest. "Yes." He whispered. Emily smiled in relief. It was the first genuine smile she had since she met him, it didn't go unnoticed.
Bill pulled a key out of the nightstand and giddily unlocked the handcuffs. Emily laid her heavy arms in her lap, her strength alarmingly diminished. Time will only help this. She struggled to get to her feet, crumpling to the floor instead. Mild annoyance replaced her despair when Bill hadn't tried to catch her. "Thanks." She muttered and rolled her eyes at the floor. Bill picked her up and sat her on the bed. Emily didn't hide her annoyed look. "You'll get your strength back soon, sweetheart." He tried to reassure her, kissing her cheek.
Emily forced her expression to soften and laid her head on his shoulder, relieved to finally be able to move around again, as much as she could now anyway. Now the hard part, finding the key…She looked at her feet, it was gone! How had she not noticed?! "When did you take the chain off?" She asked, still surprised. Bill gave her a startled look and shot to his feet. 'Shit!' She thought in a panic. "Bill, wait!" she pathetically reached for him. He came back with the chain and padlock. Emily struggled to move away from him. "Wait, you don't have to do that! I won't run away…not like I can right now anyway…but still, I'm not running." She pleaded shrilly.
Bill hesitated, conflicted about what to do. The chain clattered to the floor, he pulled her into a crushing embrace, sobbing into the crook of her neck. Emily glared at the wall, now it was a waiting game as she gained strength and resources. He pulled away and kissed her. She returned his fervor and weakly held a palm to his cheek. Bill deepened the kiss as he crawled between her legs. She moaned when he parted her lips, hoping she was putting on a convincing show. Bill eased into her, eliciting a hiss from her. He froze and gave her a pained look. "Its okay, just keep going." Emily said through grit teeth. He hesitated before continuing. A moan escaped her lips when he hit a particular spot. "Go back to what you were doing a second ago." She panted. "This?" He grunted as he did as asked. "Yea." She moaned, feeling seasick as she weakly held on to him. His sweat dropped down on her chest and face. She wiped it away, trying to not show her disgust. He quickened his pace, letting out ragged moans. "Faster." She hissed through grit teeth, knowing that would make it end quicker. Bill finished and laid beside her.
She shivered from the sudden temperature change, soaked in his sweat. "I need a shower." She muttered as he panted in her face. "Isn't it great, being in love finally." He said breathlessly. "Mhmm." She mustered, trying to stifle the internal screaming. This time she was keeping the act up with an extra dose of sweetness. She rolled her eyes at the ceiling when she was sure he wasn't looking.