Unholy Chapel

Chapter Twelve; The Court Jester Released Horrors Unknown [SMUT/DARK]

-A.N.: Please forgive me for this chapter being late! I will also mention this was written when i was half asleep last night when i got access to my computer. I apologize again for tardiness and i hope you enjoy ^^-

TW: Smut, Court, Dissociation, Victimization, Stockholm Syndrome, Mentions of Forced Relationship, Toxic Relationship, Cursing, Cunnalingus, Smut

Your answer had been a quiet no. That William Afton had not kidnapped you, that he had let you in his home and you went willingly.

If human hearts could explode, the people who were advocating for William's arrest would have dropped dead. you had declared the final piece of evidence that would allow for William to be released.

you were, of course his victim, your voice was the god of the court in most circumstances. the fingers of the law could be pried open by your breath and words.

William was grinning as he shouted when he fell back in his seat. he wasn't expecting you to be this brainwashed. you cleared his name for him, you at some point in time decided on this and went with it. William knew some part of you had truly fallen for him like he had fallen for you. you made his heart race and a smile appear on his face whenever you came around, out of your room and even now as he noticed the outfit you wore, it made him feel hot.

you on the other hand were dissociated, not listening to your lawyers, psychologist and social worker, you didn't listen to the jury verdict nor did you hear when the Afton family both celebrated their father's return or celebrated your safety. Clara was the latter, she didn't want to be anything like William and seeing his crazed look at you made her feel sick.

She knew he had forced you into his hand. She knew some day William would try your hand in marriage or a serious relationship that wouldn't end him in jail. Clara paled at the thought of you being treated so horribly you were left dissociating and complacent.

She knew you as a bright individual, an amazing human being before William came with them to church 10-11 chapters ago. You had a good head on your shoulders, kind and gentle hands, words that flowed like honey and your words always comforted and calmed even the most rambunctious child.

You could keep up with her in conversation, talking about anything from her interests to deep psychological and political topics. You two didn't always get along when it came to politics but you respected each other opinions and were still friends none the less.

Immense guilt was outweighed by the crushing tsunami of pleasure that William felt. He looked at your face and saw no longer the untainted chapel singer, but his new wife and mother to his children. You were young, you were beautiful to him, with your stunning eyes and unique and exquisite complexion. He couldn't wait to be freed so he could touch you again and marry you soon.

Sick thoughts filled his head as he thought about you married, a ring on your finger and a swollen stomach. He imagined you asking for his help when you were feeling sick, left in bed. Just the thought of him laying next to you created insatiable desire for you and for the life he created for you in his head.

As you were escorted from the room to be taken home or to consultation, William was led out a while after you so that the two of you would not interact. He had been declared not guilty. He was released with paperwork and was greeted by his oldest who would be taken home by him, as she was the only Afton who went to court, despite the whole family hearing the verdict.

"Clara, my sweet child, you are the best!" William praised Clara and it made her feel warm inside, but still guilty and pretty horrible for what had been released upon the world yet again.

"Thank you Fatha, now we get to head home. Your court case was lousy, I didnt enjoy it. I would have preferred you behind bars." She said coldly while wheeling herself out of the door and down the ramp.

William scoffed. "You dont actually mean that, Clara, ive been good to you, I dont know what else you expect from me." William turned on his manipulation while walking behind the wheelchair bound teen. "You have and have had a great life, ive provided for you, put food on your table, and kept a mother in your life at all times that I could. You have the freedom to go wherever you want with your siblings and half sister, and you have the freedom to study and do whatever you like." William paused as Clara finished the ramp.

"You can try to put me away again but unless there is a new case opened up about another instance, I cannot be tried in legal court over this case again. My record is clear and clean." William said quietly. He planned on ruining you, ruining your life and ruining your chances of a psychiatrist ever 'fixing' you.

"You're one horny fucker." Clara said bluntly. She often insulted William despite being his favorite and her liking him to some extent as a father. What he had said was all true both in legal case and in parenting case. She couldnt argue, and instead jabbed at his attraction towards you.

It started a light and banterful playful fight on the way home, jabbing at each other and smiling by the time the two people arrived back at the house. You were standing outside looking around before seeing William's car pull up. You went inside without even looking at William or Clara, and Clara felt something was off as she got out of the car and William wheeled her up the small incline of their driveway.

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William had you trapped in his room, not even an hour later. Clara had fallen asleep after you helped her freshen up for once in a few weeks. She could do it by herself easy but preferred to have a helping hand as to not overexert herself or get injured by falling or hitting something. 

Elizabeth Afton sat in the older girl's lap, also sleep and cuddled into the crook of her arm while pulling some blanket over herself. Evan tried to copy her but his walking and jerking movements only got worse the more effort he put into them so he just gave up on that aspect and focused on his mental ability. He did however park himself near the two girls and fall asleep quickly.

Michael had left the minute you arrived home to escape with his new girlfriend. He often preferred her over his family and brought her to dinner once but it had ended in an argument about William between you and Clara.

William on the other hand now stalked you in the room, pacing in front of the doors, his room had no windows as it was the center of the house with a hallway going around it. He backed you onto the bed in which you complied.

"Strip. Take off your stupid clothes, ill be burning them later. They're not my clothes that I picked for you darling!" William faked a sympathetic and sad tone to get you to do what he wanted. It worked as you removed your clothing on the bed piece by piece until you were left in undergarments. Your body on William's bed pitched a tent in his own pants.

He rushed to you on the bed, taking off his own shirt and tugging on the belt he had hastily fastened when he was allowed to change.

You looked worried but only slightly as he rubbed against you, grinding on your pelvis and sensitive areas. your sweet voice whimpered out and William took ahold of that vulnerability and went down on you, kissing you and biting your lip. his hands had gotten his pants off and now he trailed his hands and kisses down your body and to the small hump between your thighs. 

you cried out loudly as he slid your undergarments to the side and licked a stripe on your pussy. he groaned in satisfaction as the noise floated from your lungs. these actions continued for a while as you felt a coil build in your stomach.

William was eating you out while also pinching your chest and trailing soft fingers up and down your sides.

you would be in this predicament for a long time that day.

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