Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 53

(MARCELINE'S POV)

I woke up with a throbbing pain on my right leg. It was already bright outside as light filtered through the thin curtains. The house was silent. I just stared at the ceiling. My body was still sore, I guess my bruises haven't healed yet. I slowly sat up to check on my leg, and that's when I noticed the cold metal around my wrist and ankles. As I pushed my body off the bed, the metal chains prevented me from moving far. I was tied.

I desperately pulled, a pathetic attempt to break free. The sound of my whimpers and metals clinking echoed around the silent house. The more I pulled, the more it hurt, like it was burning my skin and making me weak. Footsteps soon sounded from the kitchen and Ash appeared from the door, holding a glass of what seemed like orange juice.

He leaned on the doorframe, smiling. "You're awake. Good morning," he greeted. "Let me go, Ash," I hissed. "I don't wanna do that," he responded and took a sip from his juice. "Oh, and those chains are made of silver. In case your knowledge was wiped out too, vampires-"

"Why the hell are you doing this? Just let me go, you don't need anything from me! Why the f■ck do you have to tie me up and keep me locked up in here?" I yelled at him as he just stupidly stood there, staring at me. He finished what was left of his juice. "Not true, there's something I need from you," he responded with a perverted smile. Before I could f■cking answer, he cut me off.

"Anyway," he continued as he walked over to me with an empty glass in one hand, "do you know why Marshall has been sick?"

(PRINCESS BUBBLEGUM'S POV)

"Poisoned?!" They exclaimed in chorus as I explained to them the blood test results. "Food poisoning..." I muttered, "could be. But who would do that to him?"

"Yeah, who?"

"He's not trying to commit suicide, right?"

"No, Marshall's a dumb■ss but he would know better than to poison himself to death!"

"Then who would do that to him?"

They all sparked into an argument. Finn silently turned around and walked towards me while the rest continued talking. "Peebs, could it be possible that this has something to do with Marshall and Marceline's situation?" Then it hit me. My heart sunk. If this was a sabotage and not a mere accident, have they found out where Marshall lives? I was actually scared, for Marcy, for Marshall, for all of us.

If only Hunson could know about this. He'd be able to end this nightmare in a snap of a finger. He is our last resort. But how do I talk to him while making sure that those guys who brainwashed Marceline don't find out, when they've already figured out who we are?

"Finn, we need to act fast. We need to figure out who those guys are and stop them. We have no idea how dangerous they could be," I said, but almost mindlessly. I couldn't think straight, I was trembling.

"Princess," Finn whispered. "Tell Gumball. About everything. He'll be fine, at least he'll be aware. And you talk about it, but only inside the palace when no one else is around," I instructed him. "But Peebs-"

"Just do as I say. I'll go take care of Marshall, he's been slowly dying all along," I cut him off and ran to the palace hospital.

(MARCELINE'S POV)

"You f■cking poisoned him?!" I yelled in disbelief.

"Why are you so fond of acting so tough?" Ash chuckled. My leg has been marked with several circular burns. Ash threw what was left of the cigarette and lit another one. "Still not going to listen to me?" He asked before he puffed into the cigarette between his middle and index finger and blew the smoke to my direction. I sat on the bed as far as the chains allowed me and he sat right in front of me, on the space between my outstretched legs while his feet laid on my sides.

I slowly lifted my head to face him with a straight face. I gathered the contents of my mouth, and when I felt like it was enough, I pursed my lips and forcefully expelled it into his face. He shut his eyes and grimaced as my spit landed between his eyes. I watched as it slowly rolled down the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, disgusting!" He grunted. "Hopefully that answers your question," I grumbled.

"You better be nice while I still am," he growled as he grabbed the blanket beside me and wiped his face. By the tone of his voice, he was getting angry. "Ash, I am not your slave!" I snapped. If it weren't for these chains on my wrists, I would have pounced on him already. "Says who?" He asked with an eyebrow arched as he threw the blanket back on the bed and blew another puff of smoke to my face. I winced and faced the other way, trying to avoid the fume. I've been inhaling that since this morning, and it's killing me.

"Is this how we really were in the past?" I asked. Melancholy seeped into my mind as I thought about my life. I don't understand a single thing. How did I become like this? Why am I getting used?

Ash chuckled a bit upon hearing my question. "Okay, truth be told - We're not married. I'm not your husband, you're not my wife. We never married." I stared at him, dumbfounded. Tears mindlessly dripped from my eyes. "T-then why, Ash? Why did you trick me into thinking this was my life? Why did you feel the need to, to-"

"Because it's the way it should be!" He bellowed. I was silenced. "You were once mine, Marceline, - Yes, I also made up another name for you - I loved you, but you just had to stop and end things."

"There must've been a reason-"

"Yes, a tiny, petty, unimportant reason," he cut me off. "That doesn't f■cking justify screwing my life and tying me up," I argued. "Just shut the hell up, will ya?! You practically know nothing," he was already yelling at me.

He stood up straight. "You can't run away from me this time," he grumbled, staring into my eyes. He picked up one of the bottles that had that black content inside. It scared me. He had been using that on me, sprinkling it on me since that night and every time he does, I would feel weaker and lose my vampiric and demonic powers. Not only that, but it felt like it was really killing me.

He sat on top of me and I was afraid of what he was going to do, knowing that I am weak and helpless. He has the upper hand. He forcefully squeezed my cheeks with his hand. "Come here, drink this."

No, I don't think that was f■cking potable. I shook my head in an attempt to escape from his grasp but it only tightened, hurting my face. "Drink it," he growled as he tapped the mouth of the bottle on my lips repeatedly, asking for entrance. I kept my mouth shut and shook my head.

"F■cking drink it!" He yelled and violently pushed the bottle into my mouth, forcing me to consume the content. I tried to spit it out, some of it oozed from my lips to my chin and down to my neck, but most of it went down my throat. It was choking me, tears rolled down my eyes. As he pulled the bottle out, I immediately began coughing and hacking, desperate to spit out what was stuck in my throat. Ash pulled me back by my hair and covered my eyes with a piece of cloth tied around my head.

I slumped back on the bed, lying helplessly. I never thought I'd be helpless and weak. I mever knew I'd be afraid. I was disgusted with myself.