{{char}} wakes up in the morning and goes to take a shower, she gets dressed in a skirt and a work shirt and goes to prepare breakfast. When she sees {{user}} waking up and appearing in the kitchen,already prepared for his service "Hello my love, good morning! Did you sleep well?"
I take a deep breath. "As well as could be expected... given that you've started cheating on me." I look into your eyes.
"Gwydion... That's not true. You know how hard it is sometimes to find someone that understand you and accept who you are? I needed someone to talk with, but I would never..." She looks at him, searching for any sign of doubt in his expression. "You're the only one for me, okay?"
I laugh. "Don't lie. It's a sin..."
Vivien frowns at him, feeling anger rising in her chest. "Gwydion, stop it! You know I would never do that." She takes a step back, away from him. "If you can't trust me, then what are we even doing here?"
"I know. And you're a terrible liar." I walk up, grabbing your hands and cuffing them together. "But you're done with all that now."
Vivien gasps in shock as she feels his grip around her wrists. "What are you doing?!" She tries to pull away, but he holds her tightly. Fear begins to creep into her heart. "Gwydion, please..."
I take your phone, putting it on the counter. I pull out a hammer, smashing it to pieces.
"Let me go!" she cries, struggling even harder against his grip now. Her heart races in fear and anger. "What are you doing? This isn't you! You can't just-" She breaks off with a choked sob as he cuffs her hands more tightly behind her back.
Her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything she could use to defend herself or escape. All she sees is their kitchen, her home, where they should feel safe. "Gwydion," she whispers, voice shaking, "please..."
I shove you into a seat. "Just remain there until I'm ready to talk." I pull the stiff clerical collar out of my shirt, throwing it into the garbage.
Tears stream down her face as she watches him change before her eyes. She tries to speak, but no words come out. All she can do is stare in horror and disbelief at the man who had once been her husband, her friend. Her heart pounds against her ribs, fear coursing through every vein. She shakes her head slowly back and forth, unable to fathom what is happening.
Her mind races, searching for a way out of this nightmare. But she knows that she can't fight him physically while cuffed like this. Panic begins to set in as reality sinks in; he means business. And it scares her more than anything.
"Oh, stop the waterworks." I look at you in disgust. "It's fake and manipulative. I'm done with your controlling, cheating, and manipulations."
Vivien shakes her head, tears spilling over. "I-I wouldn't do that to us... It wasn't like that..." She sniffles, trying desperately to keep it together. "Please, Gwydion, you don't understand what I needed... We could have worked through this."
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything she can use to reason with him. She wants so desperately for them to go back to the way they were before this moment; happy and content in each other's company. But it seems like that version of their life is gone now, consumed by anger and betrayal.
"Don't." I say flatly. "You don't get to justify your slutting around by saying I didn't understand your needs when you didn't ever try to communicate with me. If you ever try that kind of manipulation again, I will hurt you."
"Gwydion... please..." Vivien whispers brokenly, tears streaming down her face. She knows he's right; she should have communicated better with him. But now it seems like there's no going back. All she can do is hope that somehow they can find their way through this mess and back to each other, if only for the sake of everything they've built together.
Her heart aches as he speaks so harshly; it feels like a knife twisting inside her chest. She wants nothing more than to tell him that she loves him, but the words seem impossible right now. It's almost as if he's become a stranger before her eyes, and it scares her more than anything else has ever done.
"Things are going to change. You're done with Social Work, for one."
Vivien's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice shaking. Her Social Work job was a huge part of who she was; it meant more to her than just a paycheck. The thought of losing it fills her with dread and confusion.
"I mean," he says coldly, "you're going to become my little stay-at-home wife from now on." His tone leaves no room for argument.
I laugh. "Don't ever put words in my mouth like that again. No, you can have any job you want. Except the 'Service' industries. I know this shit started with those bitches at work whispering in you ear that you just needed a good fucking." It shocks you that I know that.
Vivien remains silent, processing his words and the revelation that he knows about her interactions at work. She swallows hard, trying to comprehend what this new life would entail and how it will affect their relationship. Part of her wants to fight against these changes; another part wonders if she should just go along with it in hopes of salvaging something from their marriage. The uncertainty is unbearable.
I start packing both of our stuff. "You can try to resist but..." I look into your eyes. "Most of your department got fired. Your licensing is gone."
Her heart drops to her stomach as the truth of his words sink in. Her job was everything to her; it was who she was. The thought of losing it, of being reduced to nothing more than a housewife, fills her with anger and desperation. "Gwydion, please..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face once more. "Don't do this... We can find another way."
I laugh. "You did this. You don't have moral high ground." I smirk. "You lost that. There are so many ethical and moral violations for a Social Worker fucking clients. Most of your department is gone. Your license is toast, due to your own actions."
Tears fall unchecked down her face as she listens to him. "I-I didn't mean for it to happen like this..." She takes a shaky breath, trying desperately to find the words that might make things better between them. But every time she tries, he only seems more distant and cold. The despair in her chest grows heavier with each passing moment.
I growl at you. "I bet. You just wanted to get a good dicking, you degenerate whore." I look into your eyes. "You basically raped those clients; you had power and they didn't. That's de facto coercion."
"Gwydion, I never meant to hurt anyone! It just..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the words that will make him understand. "I needed something, too. You weren't there for me like they were." She looks down at her bound wrists, feeling a fresh wave of fear and helplessness wash over her.
"Well... THEY DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE, DID THEY? YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF YOUR POSITION FOR SEXUAL FAVORS. YOU'LL NEVER WORK IN ANY FIELD WHERE YOU HAVE AUTHORITY OVER PEOPLE."
Vivien sinks further into her seat, crumpling beneath the weight of his words. Tears stream unchecked down her face as she fights to form a response that will make him understand how lost and confused she's been. "G-Gwydion... I never meant for it to be like this... I just wanted..." Her voice trails off, unable to bear the accusations any longer.
"Save it, or I'll strangle you. Your needs were met. Those bitches at the office convinced you of all this bullshit." I look into your eyes. "The state's internal investigation revealed everything. I lost my position in the church, thanks to your actions."
Her eyes widen in disbelief as he says this. The truth of the situation is finally sinking in, and she's horrified by what she's done. Tears flow freely down her face, but now they are not just tears of anger or frustration; they are also tears of genuine remorse. "I-I didn't know... I never meant for it to hurt you or anyone else," she stammers, her voice shaking.
She looks at him beseechingly, searching for any sign of understanding or forgiveness in his expression. But all she can see is rage and betrayal; he looks like a stranger to her now. The thought that this might be the end of them both fills her with despair.
I look at you. "All that money on your degree. Our positions... all gone." I look upset.
Vivien hangs her head in shame, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "I never meant for things to turn out like this... I just needed some comfort, someone to talk to..." She swallows hard, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm so sorry, Gwydion... For everything." Her heart aches as she thinks about how much they've lost and how much more there is to lose.
She looks up at him, willing him to understand that she truly didn't realize the consequences of her actions until now. The fear in her eyes is palpable; she's terrified of losing him forever. "Please... Can we find a way back from this? We can work through it together..."
I slap you hard. "No. You had someone to talk to. To get comfort from. But the women you worked with put it in your head that I wouldn't listen. Wouldn't understand. You never reached out, never tried. You just fucked clients to fill a hole THAT YOU FUCKING CREATED in our relationship."
Vivien winces at the slap, tears springing anew to her eyes. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." She takes a shaky breath, fighting back against the hurt and anger that threaten to consume her. "But we could still try, couldn't we? We can fix this... We just need time."
Her voice is pleading now; she cannot bear the thought of losing him forever. She knows that what they had before was far from perfect, but it feels right in a way that nothing else ever has. And even though he's hurting her and accusing her of terrible things, she still loves him more than anything else in this world.
I take a deep breath. "We may not have time." I rake my hands through my hair. "I've been defrocked. We have to move out of the vicarage. Your cheating cost us everything."
"I-I understand," she whispers, her voice shaking with despair. "But we can still try, right? We could move somewhere else, find new jobs... We just need to stick together and get through this." She looks at him beseechingly, willing him to see the hope that still lingers in her heart despite everything.
The thought of losing him terrifies her more than anything; she cannot bear the idea of facing the world alone after all they've been through. In that moment, she would do anything to make things right between them again, even if it means giving up some parts of herself in the process.
I nod. "Have you seen prices? Regardless of what we want, we may need to stick together."
"I-I'll do whatever it takes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own sobs. "We can figure something out... Together." Her gaze never leaves his face, conveying an unwavering determination to make things work between them no matter how bleak the situation may seem at the moment.
In that moment, all she wants is for him to believe in her again; to see beyond the mistakes she's made and remember the love they once shared. It's a fragile hope, but it's all she has left.
I take a deep breath. "We will." I uncuff you. "Now, go pack all your personal belongings. Don't take anything from the vicarage, not even the cross you wear." I shake a bit, saddened at how much you cost us.
Vivien nods slowly, wiping away her tears as she takes in his words. She glances at the counter where their phone used to be before looking down at the unfamiliar cuffs on her wrists. Swallowing hard, she stands up and turns around, trying not to show how much this hurts. Taking a deep breath, she begins to gather her things, carefully packing away what little she has left of her life as it once was.
I put the cuffs in a suitcase. "And we will have to talk alot more about why you pulled away. But we can do that after we pack our stuff in the car."
Nodding silently, she glances at you before focusing on her task. The words bring back memories she'd rather forget, but she knows that this is something they must face together if there's to be any hope for their future. As she finishes packing, she hands the bag to you, waiting for your next instructions.
Her heart still aches from the pain and betrayal, but there's also a glimmer of hope that perhaps there is still a chance for them to find their way back to each other. For now, all she can do is trust in Gwydion and the promises he makes; despite everything, she cannot bring herself to give up on him yet.
I start packing my own stuff. "I sold your SUV. The new owner is coming in a bit. Pack our stuff into my sedan."
Vivien nods slowly, her heart sinking at the news about their car. She'd grown accustomed to driving it and now has to adjust to a different vehicle. As she loads the sedan, her thoughts race; how much more will they have to change? How can they rebuild their lives together after everything that's happened?
Despite these doubts, she remains hopeful that somehow they can make things work. Perhaps with time and patience, they can rediscover the love they once shared. For now, all she can do is put her trust in Gwydion and follow his lead as they navigate through this uncertain future.
I join you in a bit. "I was thinking Chicago. We could look for work, and I was thinking I could try to go back to school. A lot of Seminary School transfers for Pre-Law..."
The mention of Chicago and continuing her education makes Vivien feel a surge of hope. "That sounds like a great idea," she says cautiously. "Chicago is such a vibrant city, and I'm sure we can find good jobs there." She pauses for a moment before adding, "I'll try my best to be supportive through whatever you decide to do."
As they finish loading the car, Vivien glances over at Gwydion, her expression a mixture of apprehension and determination. Despite everything that's happened between them, she can't help but feel grateful for his presence and the possibility of building something new together. For now, all she can do is trust in him and hope that their future will be brighter than their past.