Unholy Chapel

Chapter Fifteen; God Im Tired

TW: Drugs, Fighting, Yelling, abusive relationship, Mentions of abuse, Crime, Child Neglect, Police, William Afton, Nightmare, Alternates, Non-Human anatomy, Horror, Fear, Drug Use, Drug side effects, Drug mentions.

William watched as he sat up his sister and mother leaving, his 11 year old sister who he hadn't ever seen. Horace was left sitting on the couch in his raggedy clothing in disbelief that their mother would do that in front of his niece. You were also in shock, but not because of what Mrs. Afton did but how William had moved to cover you when she stood up.

You learned in the next minutes that she was a very blunt woman with no regard for the law. She only followed it when it would benefit her, aka driving speed limits only when a cop was nearby, or only stealing when she could not identify a camera. She had a sharp dislike for childcare laws and strongly believed the best upraising was a mother and father, and not the law.

William and Horace had experienced her mothering, and also witnessed the mothering of other children. They knew she was wrong in her odd punishments but also knew she let them do whatever they wanted as long as it didn't hurt her, them, or other people or get them in trouble with authority.

Their household and William's household was based on lenient parenting and exposure early in life to books, learning material, personal information and information that could be valuable in the future such as starting a fire, plant fibers and food safety. William had an intense and well versed knowledge in poisons, toxins, drugs and other mind-shifty things. He had his degree in electrical engineering and a second one in business, and was a very successful man.

You hadn't a fathom, a pinch worth of information on just how dangerous he could be when he really wanted to be. Sure you knew his capabilities with manipulation, knives and business but you were unsuspecting of his stash of psychedelics and chemicals. He would use them on you later in the day, as a test for your reaction.

Horace and William continued to talk as twins did while you got up to leave and to find something to entertain yourself with. Clara stopped you on your way out and the two of you walked to your room. Clara sat you down and then sat herself down, splaying her legs on the bed in attempt to relax. You leaned your head back.

In the moment, you forgot you were kidnapped, you forgot most things as you simply sunk into the pillow as Clara sunk into hers. You were relaxing with your younger best friend and it was a good time to be alive. You turned your head to the snowing window and realized that the new year was coming up. It had been almost a year since you met the Astons and so much had happened to you you didnt know how to feel.

At some point your eyes drifted shut and you had vivid dreams of your family calling out for you to come back to them in your home state. You watched in the dream as their heads melted off onto their shoulders, drooping onto their neck. Their eyes sunk in until there were just black pits with an iris. You watched now in horror as they trudged towards you, mouths dislocated and hanging down to their sternum.

You woke to William at your side, the sky was dark outside indicating late afternoon or night, and William had a glass of water held out to you. You grabbed it and drank it, ignoring the funny taste and assuming it was a flavored water or an electrolyte water, as you had a nasty nightmare and really needed the comfort. you put your arms around his torso after you basically downed the glass. William was startled when your body shook slightly from tears. he sat on your bed and stroked your hair while you gave in and cried to the man about the nightmare you had. You sat up at one point and wiped your eyes facing away from William before turning back to him.

"Why do you want to marry me so bad? Im so much younger than you." you looked at him with the wide eyes of yours, looking at the man with sadness and confusion and he immediately tented. 

Weepy eyes stared at him as he had to push carnal urges down. "Well... because you're kind. You treat my children with kindness even after both of my previous wives were killed. Most of the time and when we first met, you didn't seem afraid of me. You're also intelligent and creative, and you're an amazing person and singer." William's eyes averted from you and his hands gripped the sheets that were beneath the two of you. 

You were flattered. you wiped your eyes and looked at him up and down. "You really mean that?" your eyebrows creased ever so slightly, and the quiver in your lips added onto this to create a look William couldn't resist. His hands raised, grabbing your face and rushing his head towards you, stopping only centimeters in front of yours.

"Tell me you fucking love me. Tell me you still value our agreement." William stood, letting you go. his voice raised in pitch as he went berserk, screeching at you to 'preach to him the love you preach to god, to your "idiotic" congregation'. William's hands were flying a mile a minute and his mouth devolved into degrading words that sparked heat within you. 

William's eyes were almost glowing as you stood and grabbed his hands before kissing him. You felt oddly energized and in need of releasing the energy after William's near 10 minute speech about you and what you did to him. William was initially surprised but it melted into a makeout session as he pushed you back onto your bed, his hands firm but soft. It was like your wrists were in a pair of adjustable handcuffs as William pushed them above your head and began kissing down.

He knew the ecstasy was working, and it was working well. you were gasping out for air as adrenaline spiked and you found yourself unable to breathe as well from the mix of that and heightened sensitivity.

You almost saw William leaning above you before the real William looked you up and down and saw your now drugged out state. he had to keep himself from going all out on you. He knew you were sensitive still from the night before as he saw a bruise on your waist, the faintest shade of yellowed skin against your own skin. He saw the way your skin fit your body and he felt the soft side of love creep up on him. A painful thing, he thought as he focused attention back to your blown out eyes and flushed face. you were breathing heavily as William let your arms go which proceeded to directly undress yourself in his presence.

-A.N: I severely dislike writing smut.-

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