Thread: An Unwanted Union (sispuppet and Bella)

I... Michael opens his mouth, wanting to argue, but Farrah makes her stance on the matter clear. She would handle this on her own. She was strong. Stronger than he was, that was for sure. His father didn't deserve her. I don't either. Where did that thought come from? Why would he think he does? Looking back into her eyes, and seeing her topic expression, Michael is struck with the urge to kiss her. He quickly shakes his head and turns away again. You're right. She doesn't. I should go. He turns around again, feeling like he has to say something. Farrah. He calls out, getting the girl's attention. As she looks up at him though, his strength wavers. He hesitates before simply nodding his head. Good night. He mutters and leaves. He stops downstairs to talk with Ella for a few minutes. He tries to be subtle as he questions the woman about the situation, but it quickly becomes clear that she has accepted his father's every word as the absolute truth. This wasn't right. He was overstepping his boundaries. There were rules put in place. How could he do this? The father watches from a distance as his son leaves Ella's house. The boy had only been instructed to visit her the first day to minister the verses. Visiting her twice after that wasn't supposed to happen? Was the girl corrupting him, drawing him into temptation and sin? There was always the other possibility. His own son, already tainted and converting others away from the word. It could happen. Matthew quietly comes to a decision. He would test his son's resolve, and show him what his duties would be when he took over. The next day, he makes sure Michael is hard at work, having him check stocks and take surveys of the whole compound. The boy doesn't end up finishing and getting home until the sun has already set. The next day, Michael has to get up earlier than usual. His father had ordered him to make sure the church was ready for the ceremony. Fresh bouquets were put in every aisle, and a white carpet was rolled out to the door. White drapes were set up, and the organ was freshly tuned. Soon enough, people start to gather. Of course, Sunday attendance was mandatory, and everyone was already dressed in their best clothes. Michael wonders just what message his father was trying to give by telling the story of Abraham, and the sacrifices they all must make. It seems oddly directed at him. The ceremony happens too fast. Michael couldn't help but once again feel like Farrah deserves better. He remembers tales from outside the compound of large, lavish weddings with lots of song and dancing, and a laughing bride blushing and happy. That is was she needed, but Michael does what Farrah asks and stays quiet. There is an air of dread over the reception, though Michael is sure that only he and Farrah can feel it. Every minute draws it closer to the time where she would be forced to consummate. And there was no mistake in his mind that it would be forced. A husband didn't have that right, no matter what his father would have him believe. There is plenty of food and drink brought out, yet oddly enough, Michael isn't offered any of the alcohol. No doubt that was his father's doing. He watches the bride when he can get away with it. She resists eating or drinking anything at first, making her disdain of the situation obvious. Then his father pulls her hard by the arm, getting her to gasp in pain before jamming a piece of chicken in her mouth. He passes it off as a joke. She is too shy to eat, but my wife needs her nourishment. He says, smiling happily. Then he gives her wine to wash it down, and her hunger and thirst from the lack of proper meals takes over. She eats what little food she's given and washes down some more wine. As the sun sets, the father stands up and helps her walk. Then he calls Michael over. Help me get her home. He orders his son. Michael glares at him but nods. He can barely keep himself from shaking as he gets to the other side of Farrah, putting an arm around her neck, and her own arm around his. Together, the three of them go to the house that now belonged to the girl, and up the stairs to the master bedroom. Once she's on the bed, Michael turns to leave before Matthew stops him. Stay. He says simply, getting Michael to turn in surprise. It's time you properly learned the duties of not just the husband, but the father of these people. Close that door and sit. Michael moves to close the door, trying to figure out just what his father has planned. The father turns back to Farrah, sitting next to her on the bed as he starts to undo her dress, pulling it hard enough to tear at the fabric. Farrah starts to put up a fight as well as she can, but the combination of her smaller size and inebriated state limits what she can do. Michael jumps up, his eyes widening as he realizes what's happening. I shouldn't be here for this. He snaps at his father. It was bad enough having to know it happened. Actually bearing witness to it would kill him. The dress rips more, and Arabella's breasts are bared to the men. Michael can't get himself to look away until he sees the father's hand close around one, squeezing on a nipple until it hardens. He couldn't sit by anymore, no matter what Farrah had said. Enough, this is... you're her father! You can't do this! He yells. Matthew strikes his son across the head hard enough to send him stumbling back. She is my wife. In the eyes of God, I am doing nothing wrong. This is my duty, and my right! He gives her nipple another twist, hard enough to get a cry of pain from her. Her body betrays the truth of it. She wants this. She was born seeking carnal pleasure. Only a husband can sate her while preserving her purity. Michael moves to stand up, ignoring the pain on his cheek. His eyes lock with Farrah's, hoping he can make sense of what she wants.