Author's Note: I just want to apologize for how long it has taken me to update this story. This chapter is short and probably not the best but I did my best to write something to keep this going so you guys don't think I have quit on this. To explain myself, I struggle with mental illness and recently my medication stopped working so I have to change it and get my shit back together. I am having a hard time thinking straight and getting things done. Soon I will be better and able to write the fun stuff like when Jughead and the gang finally rescue Betty. I just need to be in tip top shape to write it, and do it proper justice. Thank you all so much for reading this story and for your lovely comments. I hope you can continue to be patient with me, I promise I haven't given up yet

Betty wished that she could go sit with the other girls. Her lavish chaise was incredibly comfortable, but she longed for some company, and a blanket to cover some of her cold and mostly exposed skin. The King had kept her away from the other girls, saying that it was because she was special since she was going to become his queen. But now even at her own engagement party, the night before her wedding, she was ordered to keep to herself and wait for the orders of the King.

She adjusted the loose strap that had slid off her shoulder, sliding it back up to make sure the bra she wore did its job properly. The Gargoyle King had exacting expectations, all of his women had to look perfect at all times. Betty was no stranger to the pursuit of perfection, and she made sure to arch her back and tilt her head as seductively as she could when she noticed the Gargoyle King approaching her from across the room.

The three girls off to her right were squished together in a less extravagant lounge area than the seat Betty had been given. They were dressed scantily just like Betty and were just there to be ogled at.

"Elizabeth, you look lovely as usual. Stand for me, I want to take a proper look at you." The Gargoyle King said as he sat down upon his throne. Betty's chaise was positioned to his left, a new throne for the new queen. She stood and positioned herself in front of the King,

"Yes my dear, you are taking to your new wardrobe quite well I see. Turn for me, show off."

Betty did as he said, not even stopping to notice the objectifying behavior she was consenting to with no protest. This wasn't like when she had gotten on stage in that lingerie at the Wyte Wyrm, she was wearing nothing more than a ruby red push up bra, thong, and a tiara that nearly matched the crown of twigs that the Gargoyle King had perched on his head. The one she would wear after becoming queen was much larger. Normally she would have been embarrassed and angry to stand nearly naked in front of her best friend's dad. But Betty's brain had been taken over by the Gargoyle King's drug's and a sick psychologically twisted game that none of them could seem to stop playing.

When she completed the turn, she looked into the eyes of the man she would be married to tomorrow, and he stared back at her intensely before letting his eyes wander up and down her nearly naked body.

"I think that on this special occasion, you should be allowed some extra special candy. This is a new flavor and I you should be the first to try it." Hiram handed the packet of candy to Betty and watched as she smiled and tossed all of it into her mouth.

He was amazed at how easy it had been to control Ms. Cooper and by extension Jughead Jones. Both had been a thorn in his side for too long and he finally had them both right where he wanted them. Nobody even knew where sweet Betty Cooper even was, and soon he would use her to make the Jones kid suffer.

"Love is so sweet, is it not Elizabeth?"

"Yes, my King." Betty replied obediently.

"Since tomorrow we shall be wed, I have something fun planned for us this evening." Hiram gestured to one of the girls off to his right. She looked back and gave a small wave. "I want you to show me a good time. And she will be coming along to help you. We will all go to my chambers after the party, and you two are going to treat me like a proper King. I want to be worshipped." He said, staring intensely into Betty's wide eyes.

"Why wouldn't we wait until we are married my lord?"

"See Elizabeth the answer to that question is simple. I am King. You will do as I say, and I will not allow you to defy me or I will see to it that you will suffer. It is your job as queen to obey and please me. If I choose for that to start tonight, then it shall be."

Hiram waved her off and Betty returned to her seat next to him. A maid brought her a drink and Betty obediently sat and tried to enjoy the evening. She would not fail her quest after having already come so far.

Hiram watched Betty out of the corner of his eye throughout the evening. He noticed when the new drugs began to work and Betty began to act differently. Hiram smiled as his creation took hold and Betty began to experience what were similar to the effects of the popular party drug molly. The new formula was clearly working its magic. Hiram could only hope the effects would help her performance tonight when he took her and the other girl to bed with him. Hermione had been whoring around with Fred Andrews anyway. He felt no sense of duty or guilt towards her now. She had betrayed him, and so had his own daughter. In fully accepting his role as King, Hiram could embrace the world he had built for himself and create a new family that would never disobey his will.

Hiram didn't even notice when a man creeped up next to him and said, "is the new formula working as it should sir?"

"Absolutely. Your skills are much appreciated."

"Much obliged my King."

Hiram had nearly forgotten that the brute of a man had been invited to this party. Tallboy had a stench about him that prompted a desire for personal space and short conversations. When he walked away, Hiram finally took a deep breath and decided that it was nearly time for this party to come to an end.