Author's note: This is an idea for a story from the wonderful kitten9322! I can't promise to update as regularly with my other stories but I'm going to try and work on it. Hope you enjoy it and feedback lovely!

Betty Cooper didn't do fear. The word wasn't even in her vocabulary. That's why, at the present moment, she wasn't shaking like a leaf due to sheer terror whilst trying break free from the restraints that held her down. No, she wasn't afraid, she was fucking angry. Angry at her mom for letting this happen. Angry at Cheryl and Kevin for being so fucking idiotic that they fell for Edgar and his stupid daughter's ideas.

Betty tried to think back to how this had happened; to how she had gotten into this predicament. She was scoping out the farm, trying to find a way in when someone, (a guard, most likely), found her. She tried outrunning him but he was tall whereas she was average height and his legs propelled him towards her much easier than hers' propelled her away from him. He caught her in a matter of moments.

That's what brought her here, strapped down to a bed in some room adjacent to the main part of the farm. It was quiet, and she didn't know what was going to happen. Just then the door to her room opened and her eyes landed first on Polly, then her mother, then finally, Edgar himself.

"Elizabeth Cooper," Edgard greeted, eyes glittering madly. She glared at him, refusing to speak. "Now, tell me something child. Why is it that your family has no problem with what I do with my farm, and yet, you bend over backwards to try and shut us down?"

"Because," Betty spit out. "You're a cult leader, Edgar. What you do is dangerous and shouldn't be happening. You've brainwashed my sister and mother into thinking you're some true hero who can bring back my brother. I know better."

Edgar traced his top lip with his tongue, eyeing her curiously.

"It's interesting that you think I'm dangerous when nothing has even happened to you," he said softly.

"Apart from being restrained to a table, you mean?" Betty quirked an eyebrow, tugging uselessly at the wraps around her wrists.

"It's for your own safety, Elizabeth," Alice said quietly, and Betty cut her eyes to her mother. It was bad enough that she had a serial killer for a father but for her own mother to encourage the kidnapping of her daughter? That was low, even by Alice Cooper's standards. Betty narrowed her eyes at her.

"Mom, please. You can't believe that this right…that this is humane!" Betty exclaimed, but all Alice did was talk towards her daughter and place a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Be a good girl, Betty; Edgar will take care of you," Alice whispered, squeezing her shoulder. Betty thrashed against the restraints as Polly walked up towards her, small smirk on her lips.

"Soon enough, you'll see just how great Edgar is. He would never hurt us," Polly said, and Betty snarled.

"You girls go on and go get dinner while I stay with Betty," Edgar said. "I'll take care of her."

The promise sounded sinister, even to Betty's ears and she once again thrashed against the restraints.

"Mom, don't leave me!" Betty cried, but all Alice did was send her a small smile before directing Polly out of the room. Then, it was just Edgar, her, and her heartbeat.

"Well, Betty, no time to beat around the bush," Edgar said cheerfully. She watched as he walked towards a tray that had something on it and closer inspection told her it was medical objects such as scalpels and knives; needles and thread. Feeling apprehensive, she watched as he picked up a scalpel, before a piece of cloth, then made his way towards her.

"You know, Betty, you need to be broke in," he murmured.

"Screw you, Edgar," Betty spat, and he grinned.

"That's the fire I'm looking for," he said, then lifted her head in his hands and tied the cloth around her mouth to where it held down her tongue; she couldn't speak anymore. Without so much as a warning, he sliced her skin on her leg, leaving her gasping. Trying not to choke on her own vomit, Betty felt her stomach churn.

"Stop, stop, stop," she mumbled through cloth.

"Shh, love, you're alright," Edgar whispered, before clumsily stitching the wound. Betty knew that patients had numbing medication to ease the pain of sewing skin back together; Edgar wasn't going to let her have that. She felt the tears come pouring out of her ducts as she breathed heavily.

"You know, Betty, I wouldn't have to do this if you just understood the way Polly and Alice did. They understood how good I was for them," he murmured. The next cut went into her wrist and Betty felt paralyzed by the pain of it.

Knowing she was in for a long night, Betty let the screams rip through her as much as they could the instant he started breaking her fingers.

XXX

Jughead's P.O.V.

Jughead Jones looked at his watch one more time before looking at Pea and Toni.

"She should've been back by now," he muttered.

"Maybe she got on the wrong bus?" Toni offered, but Jughead shook his head.

"No, she went to the farm ten hours ago – plenty of time to scope it out and be back, wrong bus or not. Something is wrong," he said, dread falling into his stomach like lead and resting uncomfortably there.

"What do you want us to do boss? You're our king and she's our queen," Pea said, lighting a cigarette. Jughead nodded, thinking furiously fast.

"We're going to break into the farm with the Serpents," he replied, and Toni visibly relaxed.

"Thank God," she muttered. "I don't trust Cheryl being there. I don't care what spell that creepy asshole has her under, there's just no way she can be seeing Jason."

Jughead nodded once. "I agree. And when Betty told me about Alice seeing Charles I knew there was more to the farm than meets the eye."

Pea cleared his throat. "We thinking Evernever kidnapped her?"

Jughead's stomach flipped uncomfortably. "If he did I'll end him myself. Now, let's go."

XXX

The Serpents pulled up to the farm at a little passed nine that night. Jughead and FP got off their bikes and turned to the rest of their gang.

"Remember, if we see anyone, knock them out quietly. We're not here for any casualties," FP reminded them, and they all nodded. Leading the way onto the grounds, Jughead followed after his father with Toni and Pea flanking his sides. They made their way into the building and all was quiet. Taking a look around, Jughead strained his ears to hear anything that might indicate where Betty was. Just then, Alice Cooper came walking towards them.

"FP?" Alice asked curiously, and his dad looked at her.

"We're here for your daughter, Alice," he said, and Alice shook her head.

"She's with Edgar. He's helping her see the way the farm works," she replied.

That left knots in Jughead's stomach. "Look, Ms. Cooper, I don't know what kind of spell this guy has you under but I can promise you, he's not helping Betty."

Just then, choked screams pierced the air and Jughead turned towards them, mind blank.

"Betty," he whispered.

Those screams seemed to resonate something inside of the formidable Alice Cooper.

"Oh my god," she uttered, looking horrified. "Is that my little girl?"

"Who the hell else would it be, Alice?" Jughead snarled, elbowing his way past her. He ran the length of the hall, following the sounds of the chilling screams, Toni and Pea right behind him. Once he reached the door the screams were emanating from, he threw all his body weight against it and it gave away easily. The sight that met his eyes made him immediately want to throw up.

Betty. Beaten. Bruised. Strapped to a table. Crying. He felt fury like nothing he had ever felt before ignite in him and he launched himself towards the man currently working on carving something into her leg. A closer look and it was the words "The Farm" spelled into her skin. Snarling, Jughead didn't hesitate to slam his elbow into his face. The satisfying crunch was only a minor happiness.

"Get. The Fuck. Away. From Her." Jughead growled.

Edgar didn't have the opportunity to reply before Sweet Pea was tackling him to the ground. Fangs, who had run after them, was helping hold him down by a boot on his hand.

"You're breaking my wrist," Edgar snapped.

"Shut the fuck up and be grateful it's only your wrist," Sweet Pea snarled.

Jughead got to Betty and pulled out the gag gently. "Baby?"

"Juggie," Betty sighed his name, and he kissed her forehead gently, mindful of the fact that every inch of her was black and blue. He gently got her wrists free, trying to not cry when she screamed in pain.

"Shh, baby, shh. It's okay," he murmured. "What hurts? Is anything broken?"

"My fingers and I think some of ribs," she mumbled, eyes drooping shut. Jughead chanced a glance at her swollen fingers, swallowing the bile in the back of his throat, before looking at the gash on her forehead.

"How'd the gash happen?" Jughead whispered.

"He cut me, along with all the other cuts on my body," she muttered. Jughead gritted his teeth, unsure of how much blood she had lost. Just then, he heard crying.

"Betty, my baby, no!" Alice shrieked, and Jughead glared at her, and Polly, Cheryl, and Kevin who were all standing in the room, horror struck by the sight of their friend and family member.

"I swear, if she dies, I'll come after each and everyone of you traitors," he snapped.

"Jug…," Toni said softly.

"No, T, don't defend your girlfriend. She played a hand in this by joining this fucking cult. Now, before I loose it completely, I'm getting Betty the hell out of here and to the hospital. Dad, wait here with Evernever and I'll call your men to come arrest him," he said, and FP nodded, pride shining in his eyes.

"Get your girl home," he said, and Jughead picked her up, cradling her to his chest.

"Sleep now, sweetheart," he murmured, carrying her away from the horror that had been inflicted on her.

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