I always hated her eyes. Devouring me in the open. I desperately wish I could leave.
"Come here Marceline." she's obviously testing me. I can't move my body the way I'd like to, and she knows it.
"What have you drugged me with?" My eyes roll to the side, trying to follow her movements.
"A little something of my own invention, are you proud Marcy?" She's either taunting me or she's completely deranged. She traces are soft pink finger along my bare arms and smiles as I wince. The problem was, I wasn't wincing from pain, but from how intense I was feeling her against my skin. "Good." She struggles to pick me up, so she settles to dragging me.
She was Bonnibel. Our school's head girl, and smartest scientist. If you couldn't tell by her title, she was our school's model student. That's how everyone perceived her, including me. She never used to even glimpse at girls like me, or at least I thought.
"Do you know how long I've been watching you for Marcy? Do you know how hard it was to get cameras inside your house?"
If only people could see her now. I laughed, harder than I thought I could. I was only supposed to come over to her house because of this stupid peer to peer study session that I missed ONCE! I only missed it once because it was first thing in the morning and my car -
"- I don't think you appreciate the effort I went through to give you that flat tyre Marceline." She sees my shocked face and laughs. Stroking my face in some gentle twisted manner she brings herself closer and whispers, "did you really think that our student council would come up with a peer-to-peer study session? You really think someone like Jake would do that? No! It was all my idea. Just for you Marcy. I did it all for you."
"You're sick. You need to stop this."
"I don't need to do anything Marceline. When I finally have what I've wished for, for such a long time." Gently, her hot breath sends my nerves on fire. What the fuck did she drug me with.
"A-are you going to kill me now?"
"Heavens no!" That laugh. She was a witch. A sick, evil twisted woman.
"Then why me?"
"I want you Marceline." Her hand slides up the inside of my top, slowly and patiently. I hold my breath for whatever feeling comes next.
"Shit." I breathe out.
"Feels good right?" And she was right. I never expected her - just touching me to feel this good. I didn't want this to happen. It felt like she was winning. Getting her way with me.
"Bonnie please." My words come out like a pathetic cry.
"Please what Marcy?"
"S-ss." Fuck. Why wouldn't the word come out. It was only one fucking syllable. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
"It's okay Marcy, shhh. Next time I'll decrease the concentration, although you might find trouble adjusting. A lot of people think I'm not capable of caring. But that's not true because I care about you Marceline."
"Shit ah." Her hand shouldn't have gone that far down. Her hand shouldn't know me like that. Her hand shouldn't have gotten a reaction of out me like this. "But fuck." She has me squirming the way she fucking likes it. I try my best to hold back any sounds she pulls out of me, but they come out like very low growls. She uses that as an opportunity to stroke my hair, while giggling.
"That was cute. The things you do to my heart. Just like a pet. Marcy my pet."