TW: non consentual acts This is satire 2 Maybe this would be worse than Henry thought. He couldn't understand why scrap trap would want this. Henry had a wife. William had a wife. It wasn't moral to be in a relationship with scrap. Henry us a human, William is now technically a robot. Its very confusing and weird.
As William left Henry in his own room, Henry didn't want to know what awaited him. His mind wandered to his wife. The woman with the key to his heart. He looked down at the bed he was given, dressed in white and light blue as if he where in a hospital.
Henry heard the clanking of the metal getting louder towards his room. He clenched his fists as William walked in the room. Henry wanted to rip out this mans eyes and shove it down his throat. He wanted to watch him suffer and burn. He wished he had burned in that fire himself so he could be reunited with his darling daughter and not stuck in this shitty run down house in the middle of nowhere.
William smirked. "I saved your life, you owe me one you know that?" Henry looked up. "Bastard" he said with a grimace on his face. William ignored the remark. "So we have some rules. 1, stay in your room at all times. I don't give a fuck if you want to see your wife again. No leaving. 2. Whatever I says goes. I make the orders or you get to face the consequences. I have some tools I wouldn't mind using." William then smiled.
"Why didn't you let me burn." Henry asked as stern as he could. William hot closer to Henry and lifted his chin up. "Well, if you died we couldn't of had chemistry again. I've always loved you Henry"
William forcefully pulled henrys jaw in and kissed him. As the two faces linked, Henry didn't feel okay. He didn't want this. He hated this he wanted to die and be in peace. William was into it, in fact he'd been longing for this kiss for years. He'd always desired this. He didn't care if Henry didn't want this. William did. And whatever he did or said went. It didn't matter if Henry wanted to throw up of strip, it only mattered if William was in the mood for it.
As the lips parted the two shared different emotions. Henry wanted to scream and shout. He wanted to kill. He wanted to never feel that feeling ever again in his life. He didn't want to continue in his life. He wished he would of got burned with the rest. He wished his soul could rest and not be violated. He wanted to die more than he wished William and all of his absolutely disgraceful deeds were burnt to a crisp and forgotten, never to repeat itself again. But life wasn't that fair. Especially to henry.
William on the other hand felt overjoyed. He was in control. He could do as he wished. He didn't have to ask for anything. He had henry, after all these years, back in his hands. He never needed to bother anyone else. He felt complete. He could live his entire life going like this. With his one and only true love. A partner that can't say no to you. Someone that will always follow through with him. It didn't matter if it wasn't out of true love, he was happy it was like that.
At that moment William was tempted to do some bad things. Some really bad things. But he repressed his urges as he pulled away, observing the look of shame and anger in Henry's eyes.
Henry wanted to throw up. He wanted to leave. He wanted to see William with his head smashed up against a wall, his body bruised and blood stained. Henry didn't feel bad at all about these feelings he had, desires if you will. The murderous intent behind his thoughts was within reason. He wanted to feel the justice when William was in a pool of his own blood. Henry wanted to live life knowing he killed Willism Afton. But he hadn't yet. Yet.
Little did Henry know, his wife was traumatised . She didn't want to believe what she was being told. She didn't want to believe the father to her sons were dead. She was on her bed, holding Sammy tightly as the poor boy damped his mothers shirt with tears. Mrs Emily heard a knock on the door and silently rushed to open it.
A police policeman held a box and handed it to her. "Are you Mrs Emily?" "Yes I am" "I an officer smith and I'm here to give you your husband's belongings. I am sorry for your loss" She broke down in tears as the police man left. Sammy was called downstairs and was jumping with joy to see what his dad owned.
The first thing Sammy grabbed was a family photo. He hugged the photo and asked if he could put it in his room. Once permitted young Sammy sprinted up the stairs to find a good place to put the picture. Mrs Emily smiled sadly as she looked back into the box. She took out a piece of paper. It was a note. Mrs Emily got a shiver down her spine. The note read:
Help. William. Take me. Underground
Thats all Mrs afton could find out before she heard the sprinting of Sammy as he ran downstairs. She quickly scrunched the paper into a ball and shoved it in her pocket. She gave Sammy the box so he could decorate the house with memories, as she tried to understand the note. Her husband was dead! How could this survive the fire though? And why didn't she see any corpse or proof of death?
She took out her phone and searched up a few things before she found a man in her town that was admired with his skill with paper and information on letters. She picked up Sammy and her bag as she placed the note in her bag.
It was time for things to make fucking sense for once.
PS: my friend is making a work of art so please spam comment her for the next part because its been a month, thanks besties! The book:
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