After a long day of lab work, Bonnibel entered her pink room, dragging her exhausted torso onto the bed.
'Sigh... I don't want to have to feel this way anymore,' said Bonnibel to herself, as her usual stressed out self does. 'But... why am i still not functioning well after you were gone? 200 years and still... there's not a day i don't mess up some chemicals cause i can't keep my mind off you... and not a moment i don't pathetically wish you were here.' She turned on her side, starting to sob into her pillow. 'Marcy... I was wrong. I was... so wrong.'
Steady breathing and silence. A shadow hovered over the slumbering princess. Water droplets started to wet the covers.
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The daily and nightly of Marceline Abadeer (Bubbline/ Sugarless Gum)
VampireThis is dark stuff. It is about the gradual recovery of a PTSD victim under an iron fist of love. Warning: bestiality, smut, rape, violence, possibly bdsm A/N: Yeah and please please please leave me any feedback I'm not sure if I should post this du...