Sold My Soul (Gumlee)

Taking A Hit

Marshall's POV

I shut the door behind me and hear Gumball whimper. I was about to make all of his hurt end for hopefully a little while. Better me than him.

"Good boy! Now....you ready to accept your punishment for backtalking me boy?" He said to me swinging his whip. All I could do was wipe my face and nod. I slipped off my flannel and got down on my knees like I used to do for my dad. I never dreamed of having marshall live through soething like I used to. 

He lifted his hand up high and came down with lots of force, the whip hitting me on my neck and collarbone. I winced and a tear fell down my face but I knew he was no where near done. His hand came down again and again hitting me on my face and chest. He grabed my arm , leaving bruises no doubt, and stood me up. Hitting my stomach and chest. once he hit there about 10 times he spun me around hitting my back and behind. He dropped the whip to the floor. He turned me around once more so I was facing him. I looked him in the eyes, he was enjoying this, enjoying my pain, he was a true monster. I wasn't crying, I wouldn't waste my tears for him.

"Why aren't you crying boy? This too fun for you? HUH?" He said slapping my face where the whip hit before, no doubt leavin more bruises. "I can go get your boyfriend! He crys alot!!"

"If you touch him, I will kill you." I said looking him straight into the eyes.

He punched me hard in the mouth making it bleed. "You making threats now boy?!?" He yelled.

Calmly I said back, "I'm sorry sir I don't make threats....I make promises."

That set him off like a firecracker on the fourth of July.

"We'll just see about that boy!!" he said walking towards me whip in hand.