By keeping us prisoner?

Jessica Crowder:

[closes the oven and carefully takes some Brussels sprouts with a towel and places them on the counter, fixing the lid, a demure expression remaining on her face and finally removing the lid and placing it on the far left of the counter as Jessica paces]
How'd you get here? Robin Simmons:
The same as you. Simon chose me. Jessica Crowder:
He chose you. From where? Robin Simmons:
[smiles widely]
He was one of my professors. Simon said he [cut to shot of Simon sitting in front of a thick laptop, a partly-filled glass of wine in his hand and a bottle to his right, audio garbled as he listens via audio feed in the laptop] Robin Simmons:
knew we were meant to be together from the first moment that we met. [bustling of dishes for dinner can be heard] Jessica Crowder:
How long have you been here? Robin Simmons:
I don't know... a few years. [nods at Jessica] Jessica Crowder:
Years? [softly] Jessica Crowder:
We have to get out of here. Robin Simmons:
No, we don't. This is where we're meant to be. Jessica Crowder:
You're telling me you never tried to leave? Robin Simmons:
When I first got here and I was still... confused. But the codes are always changed and if you try to leave, bad things happen. Jessica Crowder:
What did he do to you? Robin Simmons:
[hesitates]
He just made me understand how much he loves me. [beeping; keypad is shown and lock clicks and a buzz emits] Simon:
[sings]
Hell-o-oooo! [carrying bags] Robin Simmons:
[still cheery and demure]
Hello, Simon. [he puts bags on the table] Robin Simmons:
Here's a drink for you, darling. [comes over and hands him a brown drink, kisses him on the cheek and watches him sip the drink, which he puts down after a few seconds and speaks to Jessica] Simon:
So, I brought you some new clothes. [takes out a flowery dress] Simon:
I really wanna see you wear. Robin Simmons:
Did you bring me anything? Simon:
No, not this time, darling. I was focusing on making Jessica feel welcome. You understand, right? Robin Simmons:
Of course. [punctuates her words with a short bout of laughter but her demeanor changes slightly] Simon:
And I got you something else that I think you're really going to enjoy. [unzips a cloth package, revealing a typewriter] Simon:
Huh? Jessica Crowder:
What am I supposed to do with that? Simon:
Write your book! I wanna support your creative ambitions and this is a place where you can commit to them fully without having to worry about any of the things that women shouldn't have to worry about, like paying a mortgage. Jessica Crowder:
If you think you can hold someone captive but make them happy by buying them a new typewriter, you're crazy. Simon:
What's crazy is the world out there. It's full of lost and weak men and overburdened women and this is our place where we're righting those wrongs. Jessica Crowder:
[softly, amused and incredulous]
By keeping us prisoner?