Thread: An Unwanted Union (sispuppet and Bella)

Farrah had felt true warmth and comfort at the hug he had given her and had just wanted to sink into that feeling and never make her way out. When he had finally let go and told her that he had to go, she had nodded and then watched him leave. She ate the small meal and then waited until her mother had come again to fetch it before pulling the book out and beginning to read it, devouring page after page of the new and interesting novel she had been given. One of little people and giants and a man trying to escape them. It was an interesting read to be certain and she had nearly not heard her mother's footsteps delivering her half sandwich and water for lunch. Thankfully she had taken the book and tucked it under her pillow as her mother had unlocked and opened the door, sinking the tray down on the table before looking at her. Farrah watched her move toward the bed then sigh as she sank down beside her. Farrah...you must stop this defiance...Think of how blessed you are to have a man such as him to be your husband... He is your husband too. I'm his daughter, mother...I'm going to be your sister wife and your daughter once he's done what he wants. How can I be both? You gave birth to me so how could you allow this to happen? You're a weak woman that let's him do anything he wants... She glared at the woman and watched her mother's face cloud with a mixture of something but then it was gone, replaced with a hardness and determination. Such a pretty girl, but so stupid. Fine...Marry him and be miserable, incur his wrath but you will learn. All who have married him have learned that his word is law, he is the prophet and to deny his word is to deny God's. You are going to rot in hell for your behavior child and I have tried all I can to save you but you have given me no choice. You are going to marry him, and he will show you how to be a proper wife and mother and teach you how to be devout. I can't do it any longer... she said then stood up and shook her head. You brought this on yourself and you should feel blessed but I can see there is nothing I can do to change your mind. Nothing you say will get me to beg for your behalf. You are going to marry him and be happy about it eventually. He shall show you the right path and you will see...Until then, be content in your misery as the devil's puppet, she said simply then turned and left the room before returning downstairs. All the women had gone home for the day. The wedding dress was ready and was over a mannequin, a beautiful white dress of lace over simple white slip that fell to her ankles. If only the girl understood how blessed she was. The protection that being the father's wife offered, the advantages in the commune. To be so blessed by God with a husband who spoke directly to him. Farrah was to idealistic, to stubborn. Sighing, she left the house to do some shopping at the market to start making the wedding cake and made a fresh loaf of bread for Farrah to eat on beginning tonight and tomorrow and was just about to send it up when there was a knock on the door. Wiping her hands on her apron, she entered the foyer and opened the door to see Michael. His reasoning made sense she supposed but something was off. Allowing him upstairs, she unlocked the door, casting a glance at Farrah before shutting the door and locking it, moving to listen in and warning to make it quick. Farrah watched him enter eyes wide and then smirked when he revealed the chicken and she took it quietly before tucking it under her bed to eat on later and then set the platter down. I suppose your here to pray with me one more time? she asked, loud enough for her mother to hear.