Bonnibel's pov
I stand nakedly in front of the wardrobe, knowing she ran away again. I couldn't stop the tears when I caress our photo inside of the wardrobe's door.
If even the body cannot appeal to her... I start panicking. No! Think Bonnibel! She clearly still has feelings for me. She comes here to stalk me everyday, there's just something in the air stopping her from facing me. And what could that be? I've made it clear in the journal entry I forgive her for what she did in the past!
Or was she wanting something from me? I blush as I remember why she ran off in the first place. She wanted... me. And now I'm going to give it to her. I'm going to give her my full attention and fuck the shit out of her.
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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...
