Thread: An Unwanted Union (sispuppet and Bella)

1965- Rural Utah Your father is eating dinner with us tonight, Farrah's mother Ella was saying as she fixed her hair in the mirror, smoothing out her best dress and trying to look as presentable as possible. Farrah watched her primping herself in front of the mirror. Her mother was a pretty woman, slender despite having birthed five children with brown hair and brown eyes and porcelein skin that was slightly wrinkled at her eyes, being that she was forty years old. Farrah was her youngest child and only daughter and mirrored her mother but with a more fragile appearance and more slender frame. The major difference in facial features however, were Farrah's eyes that were a beautiful violet color, vibrant and unique. Her mother called them witch eyes but Farrah thought of them as her best feature, discounting her waist length ebony hair that shown well against her fair skin. Her father didn't even have those violet eyes but the black hair she had certainly gotten from him though in recent years his hair had been more gray than it had been black. He didn't come to see her mother often. He had his own house and would summon her mother to him if he desired her company but today was different. Farrah could sense it but how it was different she didn't know. Go...go set the table Farrah, quit being such a lazy girl, Ella snapped and Farrah frowned before turning away and walking downstairs to the dining room. With her brothers old enough to wife and work, they were all out of the house now and it was only her mother and herself that tended the garden and kept the house clean. So was the life in their commune. It was comprised of six hundred or so people living in a compound that stretched across twelve square miles. No one in the commune was allowed multiple wives except her father and when he was asked, he would only say because it was by the will of God. Women weren't allowed to learn to read or write and their main use was to bear children and care for the household. In the central most part of the compound was a large church that housed all of the members of the conservative community every sunday from dusk until dawn. Marriages had to be approved by her father and those that were considered sinful often times were given a public beating. Farrah didn't understand why her mother loved this place. Farrah hated it. She hated that every aspect of her life was controlled by the man that had sired her. Hated that she couldn't leave the compound, ever. The only time her father had shown her any attention growing up was when she had been trying to learn reading along with her brother Lucas and he had caught her and beaten her for it, saying a woman didn't need to learn. But that had only strengthened Farrah's ire and she could read now but she didn't dare let onto it for fear of being publicaly stripped and beaten in the square by the church. The commune was quite self sufficient. Everyone had their own gardens and the men went outside the commune to farm cattle and sheep. Every house had a chicken coop and there were enough chickens to harvest eggs and to sometimes kill for food. The best nights were when they had pork as it was the rarest of meat they were given when they went up to the market to get neccessities like spices, sugar and flour and judging by the smell as she entered the dining room, it was exactly what they were having for dinner. Other rules of the compound for women included dress. If a woman was unmarried, her hair had to be loose and falling down her back, no matter what the length was. Unmarried girls also could only wear white dresses, a symbol of purity and if a girl was found to be impure on her wedding night, she was publicaly beaten once a day for three days before being disowned by her husband and sent to the pleasure house. Women were the cause of the first sin and therefore deserved punishment. Men were allowed to attend the pleasure house whenever they desired and the women within had to give themselves up to whatever man wanted her as punishment for being a harlot. Married women always wore their hair braided or pinned off their neck but when it came to dress, could wear any color of conservative dresses they had or made themselves. There were a lot of rules for the women to be sure and Farrah couldn't stand the fact that she always had to dress in white dresses and even when summer was at it's hottest, her hair had to be down on her neck and back, only making her hotter still. As she set the table, her mother came down, straightening out her simple homestitched blue dress and then went to the kitchen to finish dinner. Farrah watched her go and then heard the sound of the door opening. Quickly she went to the front room and then saw her father standing in the doorway. Good evening father.... she said simply, feeling no real affection toward a man who had scarecly ever payed her any attention. Approaching him, she took his coat, hanging it up and then smoothing out her white dress. It was cinched at the waist with a belt, showing off her slender frame without being vulgar and hinted at the curves of her breasts beneath the simple fabric. Mother's just finishing supper. She cleared her throat and then realized she was walking around barefoot like a heathen and flushed, hoping he didn't mention that fact as she swiftly put on her slippers that were by the door. Only heathens went around barefoot after all. It was easy enough defying him when he wasn't around and her mother often chided her for her sinful ways but she preferred being barefoot to wearing thin and uncomfortable slippers. Just as she preferred tying her hair up when the sun was high in the sky. Nothing she ever did was right when it came to being a model daughter and follower of her father's words and laws.