Yandere Father Anderson X Chubby Female Reader

Chapter 8

July 8, 1981

Her head lolled side to side as pain throbbed through her entire being. (Y/N) tries to move her arms but cant this realization makes her eyes snap open to see each arm tied to either side of the chair she sat in. She hissed from the pain of rope digging into her wrists. Bare feet connected with ice cold concrete floor.

"Where am I?" She questioned aloud to no one. The rooms weak old wood door opens and closes squeaking along the way. Anderson walks in with a smug look of victory upon his face.

"It was fun playing cat and mouse with ye but now it's time for the real fun." He cupped her face lovingly as he stared in her (e/c) eyes. "You have two options; one you just accept my marriage proposal holding up your end of the deal or I can cut off your toes one by one till you accept my marriage proposal. Choose wisely lass."

"I'd rather die than marry you, you old nutter!" She laughed and spit in the Alexanders' face. Thick saliva running down his face as he scowled punching her in the left side of her jaw. (Y/N)s head rolled back as she groaned.

"Firey gotta give ye that. Always did choose the hard way, (Y/N) this is going to hurt me more than ye." He cooed as he pulled out one of his signature knives. He placed a chaste kiss upon her forehead before bringing down the knife onto her pinky toe, severing it from her foot. This caused (Y/N) to squeal in pain as the concrete was being stained by her blood.

"Say when." He chuckled cutting off the mext toe. Her screams turned into howls as she thrashed around in her restraints. "Two down, just eight more to go." He teased already slashing into the third toe, bone stopped the knife making him hack into it one more time.

"I'll.....m...m...marry you...p..please, s..stop...", She mumbles out in pain on the verge of passing out. A sadistic smile crawls across his face as he kisses her soft, plump lips. Pulling out a lighter he burns the end of his knife, he finds a piece of dirty cloth on the floor and shaves it in her mouth. Once she is gaged her puts the hot metal against her open wounds cauterizing them shut. Muffled screams mixed with heavy tears as she thrashed around in the chair harder. Making the chair broken and fallen to the floor along with herself.

"I will get ye cleaned up nice. Our wedding is in four hours anyways so we have time to get ye ready." His eyes seemed to swirl with a sick, maddening love as his voice was sooth as velvet. "Ye may be sad now but ye will learn to love me as I have ye."  Alexander picked her up bridal style from the floor and carried her upstairs, the inside resembled a church for the obvious reason that it was a church. Quickly he made his way to the brides room, he opens the door and standing in the middle of the room with a big smile on her face is sister Hannah.

"Oh (Y/N), I'm so excited for your big day!" She ushered the couple into the room and just as quickly ushered Anderson out so he could get ready. Sat in a chair (Y/N) spat the nasty cloth onto the floor and snarled at sister Hannah. "Come now dear, from my understanding this was agrred on by you both. You must love him if you agreed to it."

"The terms were not properly laid out in the beginning of the agreement. After said proposition was already dealt with did he throw his ludicrous terms of agreement at me. Otherwise I would have asked someone else." (Y/N) snapped at the nun like she was some kind of crazy person.

"Well we are here now. You will be married and live a very fruitful life my child." Sister Hannah deadpaned the girl as she cleaned her face and began the long process of getting the bride ready.

Down the hall Alexander was knelt down on two knees as he prayed gratitude of thanks to the lord for delivering him the most perfect wife he could have ever imagined. He prayed they have three sons to carryvon his legacy as Gods' monster. Anderson had prayed for so long that the church bells had rang meaning his wedding was about to start. His heart swelled in joy and affection picturing his life long marriage to Mrs. (Y/N) Anderson.

For the short amount of time that sister Hannah had to get (Y/N) ready, she did an amazing job. The long white wedding dress was silk touching the floor, the laced train of the dress followed behind her as the white veil hide her face from the world. Slowly she made her way down the aisle towards Alexander where he stood beside another priest, sister Hannah stood on (Y/N)s' side as he held the white bouquet of flowers. Tonight Anderson was going to finally fulfill every one of his fantasies.