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A lightly muscular man jumped out of bed, ruffling his greasy yellow hair between his fingers. He had been grumbling only moments before, but now, back in his physical form he felt refreshed. Free of the anger that had built up from his failure to enter Gravity Falls. A little hungry perhaps and his dick had that tense, squirmy feeling that meant he had to urinate, but apart from that he felt warm and cuddly.
It had been a long day. He'd been rejected by every animal and person he'd tried to entice into breaking the protection circle. But, he had seen some interesting things whist there. Funny thing about having 7.8 billion humans on the planet, he could always find sex now. Before experiencing it himself he'd always been repulsed by their reproductive rituals. That and defecation, birthing, consuming food, sleeping.. It had all seemed so.. Shockingly organic and mortal. Today though he simply had to look through a hotel to find the animals mating.
He'd always been able to build his form in the nightmare dimension. Always had the option of feeling his spirit control flesh, but he'd often left it for weeks on end. After all he'd spent so much of his time scouring the earth for his zodiac souls. But still those occasional bodies had been, well magical. He'd removed weakness from them. Having organs, feeling pain, needing sleep. It wasn't something he'd ever wanted.
Anyway last night (or day in Star's hometown) he'd deviated from his goal once or twice and learned of a certain disgusting practice one could perform with their mouth. He couldn't wait to force Star to replicate what he'd seen.
After preening and feeding his meat sack Bill paused in front of the stairs that lead into the churning black barrier that kept his pet contained. She had talked about a library whilst whining, but maybe that wasn't what she had actually wanted. Maybe that was why she was acting so ungrateful. After all, she had never actually said 'Bill I want a library'. Still, he thought reasonably, she should still be grateful enough that she wouldn't want to rip out pages from the books. But that's what she had been doing. Desecrating his gifts and talking to others. Probably fucking Ford's plan.
But today was a new day, or night for her meddlesome family. And of course Bill had no way of watching out for their communications, so he'd just have to spend the day with Shots. Perhaps after some mild bone breaking she'd agree to his blowjob. Then he could conjure some cards for her to play with as another reward.
Smiling Bill walked up the stairs, picking out his favourite bones in his head. He really wanted to remove her tail bone. Encased in gold it would make a beautiful ornament for his desk.
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Mabel was rudely awoken by yelling and a loud crash that morning. Her fight or flight senses desperately trying to kick in through a magically induced slumber. Forcing her eyes open she was immediately tethered to reality by the most ridiculous gag real she had ever seen.
As he passed through the rotten barrier Bill cried out, "my eyes!". Spluttering and spitting two few hands were reaching up, trying to wipe the sticky sludge from his eyes when he head-butted into the heavy dining table. An angry, guttural roar shook through Bill as he threw the table off himself. Only in his blindness he'd entangled himself in the many sheets that had been draped over the table. Still trying to walk Bill toppled forward, only to skid through the soup. He skated across the smooth floor till he crashed into the sunken bathtub.
From above he looked like a moving mound of roaring sheets.
Coughing between pained grunts Bill gave up on abiding by stupid gravity. Detangling from the bedding as he rose, his thoughts turned incoherent as rage ignited his body. Mabel stood transfixed as his flames started heating the chamber. But her instincts caught on quickly as she ran down the staircase, embers falling around her like glittering rain.
A burning fist yanked the fleeing girl by her wrist, floating up so she hung limply in the air. Her shoulder shuddering under the pressure. Somehow her lungs had managed a piercing wail as his other hand wound through her bushy hair.
Bill spat as he roared, "ULFO IZMWLN HKZDM LU RMYIVW NLMPVBH! R'OO YLRO BLF RMGL Z ORERMT KZHGV GSZG'H HGROO HXIVZNRMT ULI BLFI LDM NRHVIZYOV WVZGS!" Not even realising she wouldn't comprehend his speech through his fury.
An agony spurred scream filled the air his grasp tightened around her wrist and with delight he felt it shatter.
Bill let go of the broken bone to swing by her hair. Clumps were yanked out and blood pooled under the torn skin.
Through the pain she clawed at the flaming creatures arms. Screaming as she used her ruined wrist. She carried her own weight as she held on, reliving her head and neck.
Holding onto the boiling hot skin with all her strength. Her gaze was transfixed on his head, now saturated in flame. He looked terrifying. Rage seeped out from every crease in his face.
He looked positively manic. Three eyes glowed with a ferocious, demonic rage. The whites had turned black, the pupils were tiny spots of dark red. But his mismatched irises were the worst. They shone so bright they caused spots to appear when Mabel looked to his sharpened teeth.
Fire had spread from his head to cover the top of his torso. It licking at his clothes, giving him shoulder pads of flame. His skin was darkening, turning obsidian black and glassy. Totally inhuman and monstrous.
Bill moved his hand from her hair down to grip her neck. She clung to him harder despite the dry heat of fire seeping into her.
Suddenly her body slammed against the glass wall behind her. Her vision stuttered as her skull vibrated from the impact.
Her feet were on solid ground again, but it gave no relief. A heated hand was constricting her windpipe. Every breath was a slow, dry drag into her winded chest. She needed to cough. But she couldn't. All Mabel could do was claw at his hard, boiling body.
He was floating above her, his body at a slight angle.
A scream was forced from her breathless chest as his other burning hand pawed up her body.
Her cool, soft skin felt incredible against his burning hand as he ran it down her arm, across her chest and wormed its way under her shirt. Her neck was red. His fingers left burned trails wherever he graced her skin.
But it wasn't enough. He wanted to feel more of her. Feel her quiver and sing under him. His hand clenched harder around her neck and his eyes narrowed. His shirt fell off his body as the sleeves disintegrated. The cloth starting a fire beneath his floating body.
She twisted to the side, her feet scrambling away from the burning cloth. With her cheek to the glass she could breathe again. The pressure was on the sides of her neck and not on her windpipe. Air dragged down before she started coughing. Her whole body convulsing with movement as her lungs spasmed.
Bill smiled as the throat oscillated in his hand. With hard tug he turned her back to look at him and she shrieked as flaming elbows touched her chest before his grip cut her off again.
Burning, glass like hands blindly crushed her throat. He was too close, he was too hot. Fire was singeing her hairs and burning her skin.
Gurgling chokes whimpers felt like music to Bill. His hands mapped out the squishy flesh of her neck, digging through to the fragile pipes and bones. Occasionally letting the pipe suck in breath.
She was chocking. Her muscles were crushing into her windpipe. She needed air. Fingers burned as she tried to claw down his chest.
Her eyes were budging, pleading and yet full of hate.
She couldn't scream. His lips twisted in satisfaction as Mabel's legs shot out brutally. Untapped strength forcing her arms straight to push him away. He floated higher off the platform and hovered above her, his hands never loosening.
Flames tickled deliciously at Bill's skin. They felt natural and cleansing to him. He didn't even notice the only clothes left on him were his shoes.
Mabel weakly clawed against the beast in front of her. Thick tears spilling as she pushed with her shattered wrist. She was dizzy and spinning, there was no up or down in the screaming blackness that was drowning her. Her palms were splitting, burned and bleeding but she didn't even notice.
Her vision darkened as her skull vibrated in pain.
Until there was suddenly no pain. The darkness was replaced with red sky. She had been pushed right through the wall. No that wasn't right, the wall was still there, only she was floating through it. She was free. Mabel started flying immediately. Pulling away from her body and the tower and the monster inside. Relieved by the familiar chorus of screams that filled her home.
He'd pushed so hard he'd dislodged her soul from her body.
She didn't get far. Black things were wrapping around her ankles, dragging her soul back into the living nightmare of her prison. All too soon she was gasping for breath, back in her helpless body.
The hot air felt like acid to her desperate lungs as she dry heaved on the stairs. She tried to hold her broken wrist to her chest but the tendrils were forcing her limbs to spread. Unable to escape the burning monster. His insane laughter permutated not from his lungs, but from the very air around them.
The collapsed child managed to twist her knees out of the way from a flaming rag that dropped down. Once part of the pants Bill had been wearing. His tendrils of magic didn't like her wriggling. They tightened and grew, wrapping further and thickening around her limbs in a bruising squeeze. One curled around her broken wrist and she howled in pure pain.
Without cloth to fuel the fire most of his flames flickered out. There was only one still going on his shoulder and his hair burning eternal.
Floating above his prey he drank in the way she shook in clear terror. But the pleasure was muted by the subtle ways she was still refusing to back down. Intently keeping eye contact and struggling against his binds. As if to dare him in some way. It simply would not do.
He was leaning over her, moving closer and lower when something fell off his shoulder and landed on her.
It was a flaming, rotted squid and it landed right on her stomach. He'd been carrying it around since entering the room.
Her screams rang threw the air as she tried to fling the fire off her. They were divine. Pain and terror personified. A higher pitch than he thought she could go, leaving her breathless and convulsing.
The sound was beautiful and intoxicating.
Bill crushed his body atop hers. The burning squid squelching between them. Excited by her renewed howls of pain. Mindless to her struggle he pulled her in for an embrace. Slipping a hand behind her back to pull her closer to his boiling skin. His tendrils laxing their grip on her arms to help push her forward. Mabel burned her hands as she tried to push his body off her as he whispered with hot breath against her thrashing head "louder." But neither of them truly heard the hiss above her screams.
Her clothing was smouldering where he touched her. Her skin burnt and puffy. Yet that mattered not due to the squid on her stomach. The piece of meat was still burning. Searing the fabric of her shirt. Melting it into her sticky flesh. Her ponytail had frizzled away when it had met the fire on Bill's head.
Her muscles were shocked with crippling pain. Fire burned in a way boiling air and smouldering metal never could. It was consuming and alive and sharp. It felt similar to the branding except that it didn't end. The aftershock of agony snowballed with every second her stomach touched the fire.
Bill thought the entire room smelt delicious. Prying himself away he took in the sight underneath him. Her body was bloodied was burned, her hair had dark crinkly ends that smelled like home and her top was being baked into a squid. The fabric had curled up, tearing off the skin underneath of as it shank. Exposing the red meat of flesh beneath and even that was burnt.
With curled lips Bill's fingered the burning squid before ripping it off. Mabel's melted shirt and skin peeled off with it. And the scream, she'd never done anything that loud. It shook Bill's barley beating heart. Until it stopped and Mabel sagged in unconscious bliss. Annoyed, Bill poked at the bleeding flesh, attempting to wake Mabel up.
The burning remains of his clothing finally flicked on a lower stair.
Floating above her Bill held the material he'd ripped off her. The squishy fish fell away easily. The skin and fabric however had melted together. Slowly he peeled toasted skin away from the charred fabric. He held it close to his lips, breathing it in. A tentative tongue snuck out to taste at it.
His fire slowly burning out as he calmed, letting the fatty taste distract him.
Looking down at her expressionless face Bill sighed. It was no fun when she was out. Her legs were still bound with his magic.
With a lazy flick of his wrist the black tendrils lifted her up and the two began floating down the tower. With every yard out the smell of burnt hair and skin lessened and the true smell of the room filled his lungs. Bill's nose wrinkled in disgust. How had she lived like this? The stench was awful!
The foul sludge had spread through the room. Its mashed potato walls no longer kept it confined. Most of the tangled sheets were soaked through with the stuff. The table had one broken leg (oops) and there were bits of burnt fabric all over the place. Bill thought that was weird until he looked down. Seemed burning bodies and clothes don't love each other. His shoes were still kind of intact, if a bit crunchy.
With a thought, the rotting fish in pink goo disappeared from the floor. As did the charred fabric and the blood that had run down one of the walls. His magic laid her on the floor gently. The rotten smell disappeared from the room. Filling the space with crisp, fresh, outside air that smelled of burnt hair.
He stalked towards her, she smelt so good. Like a fresh, bloody barbeque. He should have saved her hand before. If cooked skin was that good, her meat could only be better.
Without realising Bill found himself kneeling between her legs. Blooding his face as he nosed at her open wound. His tongue swept across the bare area. Lapping at the blood his attention was drawing forth. Without thought he found himself moaning as his sharp teeth sank into her. Attempting to take a large bite of her flesh with him. He loved her taste. Her heat.
Her guttural scream shocked him, bringing him awareness of his actions. His fists clenched around her thighs automatically as she started to struggle against the tendrils. Her good hand slipped out and found his head, trying to push him away from her tender flesh. The struggle, the fight, the warmth, it was stirring his cock.
An animalistic growl left him as his magic extended out on reflex. The ground instinctually enveloped her ankles pulling them further apart and the tendrils strengthened, yanking her wrists to the ground above her head.
Frightened pleas drew like honey from her lips, "Stop! HURTS! No! Please Bill, please! Kill me! I can't… Please!" She begged as her heart pounded even though her body seemed to be squeezed into dead mush.
It was so close to being right, but something was just fundamentally wrong. Bill couldn't put his finger on it, much like the colour orange. It was almost perfect, yet he hated it. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!" He angrily spat against her face. His mood flipping from ravenous to furious in a second.
Mabel froze, confused and angry and scared. "Doing what?" She sobbed, she never asked for this.
Three eyes were engulfed in blackness as Bill roared, his claws elongating and digging into the girls soft thighs. Before his fist smacked her head into the floor with a sickening crunch. She yelled at the attack, her body wriggling underneath him in panic. She was locked down. Her arms pulled taunt above her. Ankles entrapped.
He floated higher, moving limb for limb over her.
With a fistful of hair Bill yanked her face back to face him. Loving the way her dark blood contrasted against her pale skin. Leaning down he swept his tongue over the source. Lapping up the blood streaming from her broken nose.
His lips soon found hers, aggravating her split bottom lip. She didn't know when that had happened. Maybe it had been the dry heat or the punch or when his burning head had burnt her hair.
His tongue rolled against hers, trying to coax a response from her. Hot tears streamed down her face anew as the burnt triangle on her tongue was rubbed.
Bill loved the feel of her lips and the soft wet skin of her mouth, the feel of her blunt teeth on his tongue. All soaked in her tangy blood that was his to devour. He knew just how to make her scream for him by digging in his teeth, or pushing his nose into hers to restart the blood flow. Laying flush against her wriggling, crying body Bill started to grind his swelling erection against her.
In a desperate attempt to escape Mabel pulled against his grip so hard she pulled out her own hair. It was just enough to pull him out of her mouth. Sharp teeth scarred across her chin and lips at her defiance. Before he moved back to her lips.
A howl of pain ripped through Mabel a Bill's body rutted against her, sliding against her stomach's open wound. As she tensed and constricted in agony she bite down on the unwelcome slug invading her mouth.
With a shocked cry Bill pulled back from his treat, his eyes flickering back to their mad setting. His body grew hotter and his hand found her throat again.
Her head flicked from side to side, her watery eyes growing bigger as fear burned hot in her head. Her windpipe was being crushed. She didn't have the strength to fight for breath anymore. Her fragile bones gritting in sharp pain. Her burned skin reacted badly to the hot skin. It was like burning afresh, her skin shrinking wherever he touched. Red dots faded through her vision, matching the throbbing drum in her head before she passed out.
The thrashing body slowed, her eyes closed. Denying him their look off terror. "No! You don't get to sleep!" Angry at the slack mortal beneath him, his tight fists grabbed her shoulders to give her a hard shake. "Your mine! MINE! I choose when you rest!" He shouted at the unconscious girl. Annoyed he bit down on shoulder, loosening a pocket of her flesh. His chest rumbling with a growl at the lack of a scream. Flashing with rage he slapped her bloodied face. Still with no response.
The floor shook as Bill's fist slammed into the bloody floor by her slack face. His inhuman strength causing a crater in the black surface. Cracks spread over the floor, through the binding swell that covered her ankles.
Rolling off her in a groan Bill was surprised by the layer of blood under him. He'd just frigging cleaned. Bill's head snapped back as the girl's chest heaved. Suddenly breathing deep without someone sitting on her chest.
The semi cauterised wound was bleeding rapidly thanks to his biting through her muscle.
Bill sighed, this isn't what he wanted. He wanted her screaming and writhing yes, but just not like this. She was so warm underneath him. She was so easy to take.. So why didn't he take what he wanted? Unless he didn't want it? No, his erection was enough evidence. He wanted.. He wanted her begging. He wanted her eyes glued to him as she willingly opened for him. Hugging him closer and calling his name. He wanted her to need him. But why did he want that? Her feelings wouldn't change how her insides felt to him.. So why did it matter? His cock lost height, drawing down along with his thoughts.
Magic rippled through the air. The illusion that was reality remoulded itself around his wishes. The table fixed itself and the cracked floor melted back into its shiny smooth surface again. She contrasted so well against the black floor. Pale and bloody. She looked so soft with her lips parted, her face slack. There was no yelling or kicking or fear. He could almost believe she was surrendering herself to his will.
He gazed into her heart, watching the blood pump. There wasn't enough. And her heart beat was too fast. Her lungs fluttering in a panic. A crack of static shot between them as he refilled her veins and soothed the short-circuits in her brain.
Was it so much to ask she didn't reject him? It wasn't like there was anyone else for her. Weren't her species wired to seek out reproduction? Why didn't she latch onto her only option?
He wanted her to touch him. She'd done that before, but only for a price. Couldn't she see how much he'd given her over the years? He'd let her be, kept her safe even. Healthy and feed and now she even had a library. He should have forced a favour from her for the books. But he hadn't wanted to. Suddenly angry that she could so heavily dictate his actions he kicked her in the side repeatedly. "Screw you for making me.. AHHH I DON'T EVEN KNOW!" He yelled, making her stomach crack and rapidly pool blood again. Stupid bitch.
Looking over her body he took in the burned cloths. The cropped hair. The skinless burn on her stomach. That one was the worst but really her whole body was burned. Welts where his fingers had dug in or lingered to long were appearing. With a sigh he healed all the little burns over her body, as well as: her nose, her wrist, the two chunks his teeth had gorged into her stomach and shoulder and the blooming bruises on her throat. Now the only evidence of his rage was the burn on her stomach.
With every passing day he wanted less to torture her and more for her beg to please him. He'd always planned having her chose to be fucked, but he'd never thought he'd want it back. Now he wanted her body more than her screams, it was confusing and new and Bill hated it.
She had nearly died of shock just now. He knew that. He'd come so close to losing his leverage.
Bill grinned at her closed, unsuspecting eyes as an idea popped into his head. Magic lifted her limp body into the air, floating her over into the bath tub. A splatter of blood following her like crumbs. With a thought the water turned on.
Taking in a deep breath Bill tried to dissipate some of his rage. The sound of pouring water grounded him. The blood underfoot wasn't thick enough to taste with his lungs or clog his throat, but it was still nice. Around it was the crisp burnt hair smell. He decided to refresh the air in the tower more often. He had always loved the singed plastic and charcoal smell of the screaming realm.
He'd had a purpose. Stop her communication and crush her hope. Make her feel isolated, betrayed and hopeless. Clearly she was feeling.. Defiant and ungrateful. That simply wouldn't do. Bill had been playing every day like he might suddenly win and she'd snap. But clearly that wasn't working. So he had to play the long game. Besides, even if he could attack the Pines' without the vow stopping him, what could he do to them that he couldn't do to her, only with his own hands and not some puppets? It was more than fine to wait a little longer for his vengeance, particularly if it was a fun wait.
Pointing his toes Bill leapt into the air. One leg pointed out behind him as he levitated. His big toe just touched the ground. Mostly floating, his body gracefully swept around the room. Cutting through the congealing puddle of blood, his toe slowly drawing a large triangle around the room.
It was time for a new short term goal.
The water in the sunken tub was rising. It had covered the large, skinless wound and was rising around the unconscious girl's chin. Then water sloshed above her mouth and nose.
Mabel's world was sharp and dark. She needed to be up, to be higher. Awake instantly she was suddenly bolt upright and choking. Coughing out water from her burning lungs. The world was too bright, her body hurt too much. Her chest felt broken as he heaved. Something was stabbing her stomach with flames. Looking down she watched as water lapped at her body. Only it was wrong. Blood seeped out into the water, curling and fading around her. Leaking from a wound that tightened her throat just to look at. It was exposed meat and burned, bubbled skin. She'd never known she looked so much like, well like meat on the inside.
Trying to escape the pain she lifted herself out of the water, only to choke in agony. Her bleeding, skinless stomach seemed to like the air as much as the water. There was nothing that didn't make it sear in blinding pain. Mabel hovered, her shocked cells unwilling to move her up or down. She couldn't move, every cell was quaking in terror and pain, she couldn't let out her breath.. Her body was locked and frozen. Bill had turned to look at her, but she couldn't twist her head. Her eyes darted around before squeezing shut. No, no, no she couldn't look at Bill. A choking gust blew out of her and her leg spasmed in pain as the movement caused the water to lap at her belly. Why couldn't she breath? She needed to breath! Not a single muscle would listen to her commands. Not her lungs to her fingers. A loud rattle sucked itself back in. Again it sent an excruciating ripple through her body, feeling like daggers were twisting into her. A short rasp out. This time she was prepared. When her body unlocked and she could move again, she breathed in as well as out. It hurt like she'd been skewered right through. The next break in her forced stillness had a breath out, only Bill chose that moment to start floating towards her and it suddenly became an ear piercing scream.
She was ducking, submerging behind the wall of the tub. He was above her though. It was an abysmal attempt at protection. Dimly she realised that she had been the one to scream, and that she had moved.
Pleading eyes resolutely locked onto Bill's scrutinising gaze, he was still naked.
"You need to remember your vow girl. You take it, and you don't fight back at every turn. That was our deal. You promised to take the beating without peeing on me and I think that includes whatever," he gestured to the trapdoor. "That was."
Mabel was still a little lost. Waking up in a bloody water was probably weird even if you could remember how you got there. She hadn't thought she could speak, so it surprised her when she laughed. The chuckle didn't last long though, for soon she was ignited with pain as her muscles warped and pulsed. After the shock cleared she smiled in anger at the bastard responsible for her current lack of belly button. "A tattoo is not a punch. You pull garbage like that and I'm gonna retaliate."
"YOU should be GRATEFUL." Bill's true voice echoed from around his flesh body. "Are you saying you'd rather lose an eye than gain a tattoo? HA! And I'm insane. You hyperactive martyr. Was an entire library not enough to distract you? I think this was different.. Oh my Axo- You little shit! Did you really think that stunt would make me madder than the hundreds of times you've ruined my body beyond repair? I've been restraining myself from gutting you for six years! And I'm going to keep not killing you for another sixty! You saw me letting loose earlier and you hoped I'd decimate you too! Didn't you!" He accused with sick fury.
Mabel's head snapped towards him in indignation. "What? No! I did it cause you wrote nonsense on my body! Because I know you've been messing with my sleep!" She subconsciously nursed her healed wrist.
"DOn't YoU daRe LiE tO ME sTAr! i'Ll mAKe yOU WiSh i'D gRabBEd YoUr bROtHer iNsTeAd!" Bill screamed, his true, nasal voice vibrating around him.
She hissed as the rising water sloshed into her open wound once more. His skin had lost its inhuman, black glass look. Returning to its normal shade.
"It's the TRUTH. Why can't you accep- oh. Can't your ego take it that I hate your tattoo? What do you want me to say? That I secretly love boring ass, unoriginal, uncoulourful nonsense on my body?" Mabel laughed at the demon hovering above her.
"No! But I expect you to fucking behave afterwards!" Bill ordered through a yell.
"Well too bad! Cause-" Mabel's words ended with a high squeal as she was shoved under the water by two strong hands.
She kicked and scratched and squirmed down but she couldn't dislodge the two hands holding her shoulders down.
Fear tore through her like never before. She could make Bill out through the surface of water but she couldn't reach him. There was no air in her lungs. White noise buzzed heavily in her ears. Her heart beat sounding like a drum.
A moment later Bill watched her lungs inflate through his third eye so he brought her up. Water spluttered out as she coughed. He watched the silly human body that had tried to breathe underwater with contempt.
Her throat burned. Mabel wanted to scream. She wanted to beg. But she couldn't, her throat was busy spasming in rough coughs. She couldn't stop chocking on air. Each cough undulated her stomach, causing stabs of agony.
There was a smile she'd come to fear intensely before her world was forced down into the slightly metallic water once more.
Her body started buck wildly. Her skull cracked against the stone and her leg broke out of the water. Bill's knee came down hard on her pelvis and she screamed hard. Bubbles distorting the water. His knee had not touched her wound, but it had pulled down the skin under it.
The air rang as Bill came back into focus. She was out again. Chocking on rough air.
"Am I not kind? I could be keeping you in a coma, only waking you when I want to reduce your number of body parts. But I let you exist without me. I give you freedom and you throw it in my face." Bill studied her curiously.
A dry voice coughed out, "morgh- *AHARH! More like, your face walked into it."
Two of Bill's eyes rolled in exasperation, and not the two you'd assume. He didn't even attempt a reaction before he shoved her back under.
Her pulse stormed inside her ears. She felt hot in the cold water, like she was, sweating? That didn't seem likely. She had air in her lungs this time. Her eyes welled and the buzzing grew louder. Too soon she needed air. Needed it. Like nothing she had ever needed before. Her blood was pounding. Warning her. She needed to breath. Dimly she registered that the world still seemed dark even though her eyes had opened.
Endorphins shot through Bill as he flexed his fingers into cold shoulders. The expressions he was seeing were beautiful. He'd always been so focused on Star's wails. The way her cries seemed to echo pain through his bones. Sometimes they were calming, other times they were exhilarating or funny. But now, as the water drowned out her sound, the terror and pain on her face were just deeply satisfying.
Breath dug into her lungs like knives, making her head explode. Bill pulled the girl up. She'd breathed in more water. The clothed shoulders shook in his tight grasp as she coughed out water.
He had planned this. She had woken up under water. He had moved her not to clean or heal of hide. But to play.
Her voice was unrecognisable and quiet. Speaking was a world of pain. Words scarred and tore her throat. At first she was not understood, but her lips kept trying anyway. Finally her hoarse words were heard. "No more. No." She didn't want to die like this. Clawing and gasping and choking.
"Sure. If, you let me fuck you. Or just work your mouth around my cock." Bill lowered his body, floating just above the water so he could whisper into her ear.
Star started shaking. Her head, her body, even her heart felt like it was thrashing around inside her chest, desperate to be free of her.
"I'll let you think on it." Bill stated before pushing her back down.
It was so hard to breath in at the right time. For some stupid reason her lungs still wanted to scream and panic just before being submerged. It left her with very little air if any, causing her head and chest to pulse with an empty, needy pain.
The thrashing girl was clawing blindly at Bill face. Her knee was rising up to attack him. Then suddenly both her legs had wrapped around one of his, as she tried to pull her body out. It half worked.
Her skinless midsection bent inwards as her body contorted in a desperate attempt to pull her head up. Exposed, bleeding flesh rubbed harshly against flesh, aggravating the wound. It felt like the skinless muscle was being ripped into by taloned claws.
A shocked, soundless scream coursed through her, her eyes blown wide. Her lungs disobeyed her, sucking in water in an attempt to scream again.
Bill eased off and she shot out up and into air. Clinging to his body floating above the water. Her hands wrapped around his neck, her legs still clinging to him. Her whole body screamed in pounding pain. Her stomach was tensed as she held on, upside-down and wet. Her bones ached with cold. Her head spun and throbbed. And her lungs and throat felt like they were passing through a cheese grater.
"You can end this right now Star." Bill said into her wet hair. He turned her head a bit and licked a strip up from below her ear up to her cheek. She tasted good, like tears and faintly bloody.
Poor, fragile human could barely breath let alone talk. So she simply clung.
It wasn't enough for Bill though. She felt teeth bite her jaw before her back pressed into the water once more. Instantly Mabel was insanely bucking and trying to climb past him. But his hands where locked in a death grip, his inhuman strength pushing her under again.
It was familiar now. How her heartbeat seemed louder when she scrunched her eyes. The slow feel of her breath running out. Then the fast escalation of needing more air.
All to soon she caved. Breathing in water to her dying lungs. Every time she did that, it was like her body surged with molten panic. Pain and terror mixing together in a punishing wave. And then she'd be free. Coughing up the water that had clung to her lungs.
Their legs were still entangled. Bill's legs pressed Mabel's down into the water, whilst his hands moved her shoulders from out to under the water.
A realisation hit her as she clung into his back. She could hold onto him. Her wrist worked. She was sure it hadn't before.
His left hand ran down her shirt, finding the burnt and torn edges. He skipped right over her wound and down to her hips where he pressed down, pressing her ass into the base of the tub. She did nothing to stop his hips as they rose into the air, pulling is leg slowly out of her clutches. His knee replaced his hand, keeping her hips firmly in the water.
Her face was beautiful. Silent tears occasionally ran over reddened eyes. Her brain was sparkling like a firework beneath her skull.
A dim voice was knocking on the fog of her mind. Her eyes focused on its source, on watchful eyes glinting with pleasure.
"Shooting Starrrr. Shooting Staaharr." Bill cooed, floating above the splashing range. "Don't you want this," his nails flicked into her stomach wide burn, "to be healed? I can make it stop Shots. It can all stop."
Bill's dick jumped as she smiled at him, her nails digging into him as she tried to pull their torsos together.
"Go die." Mabel wheezed out. Her voice was nearly unrecognisable, but Bill heard her.
Water seeped through her wide grin as she went under.
She didn't last long that time. Her hands attacking his face.
After she'd drawn in a few, painful lungful's she teased him with a hoarse whisper. " Youuuwho healed myer wrist! I don't have to do anyyything! Cause you care!"
Bill's eye's narrowed. "I do not! It had, internal bleeding!"
Mabel scoffed with the level of grace one would expect from the victim of a rotten, flaming squid. "Likely story butt face!"
"You caught me. You had massive blood loss so I refilled you." Bill groaned out.
"Ew! You can't say that." Mabel squeaked, as if tell someone not to fart on the bus.
"Why not it's what I did." Bill asked confused by the statement and why the very conversation was taking place.
Mabel mused in a drunk sounding voice, "yeahhhh.. But no."
"You're right Star. You don't have to fear death. Even at my worst I don't let you die." Bill smiled as he watched Mabel's face pale at his words.
Then Bill sent her back down. Again and again so she'd loose that annoying talkative quality, he'd rinse it right out of her lungs.
They had rhythm, even with Star's persistent resistance.
Mabel had lost reality. The world only seemed exist up to her fingertips. There were no sounds or smells. She thought she was still attaching something, maybe. But her cold and numb hands had no idea if they what was in their grasp. The creaking of her tense muscles was the only sound past the blanket white noise of water.
Bill watching with fascination as the body shook, then thrashed, then bucked. With a slip his knee drifted higher, pushing into her slitting tendons. He let himself roll on the wound.
A bubble burst in front of her face as she screamed underwater. They weren't loud or long screams, but they always caused her to breath in.
As soon as Bill's strength was off her shoulders she hauled herself up. Bill rubbed her back again as she heaved.
She was still convulsing but Bill pulled himself back to see her dripping face. Wet, dark locks clung to her head, framing the blatantly beautiful terror.
"Well?" He asked, anxious for her to agree. Fragile air and blood bags could only last so long.
The shudders of her chest grew greater and a noise started to build. She was hyperventilating, crying and laughing all at the same time. And she had no clue why. It sounded atrocious. Like a dying, mutated seal cursed by a hag.
With an overly dramatic, frustrated groan Bill pushed her back down.
The water grew murkier thanks to her torn stomach that was rapidly bleeding into water.
Thunder sounded in her head as her skull banged into the base of the tub.
This was dying surely. Her stomach had been stabbed. She couldn't see it, but surely it held a knife. Her organs were dying inside her. Eating themselves and turning inside out. Her lungs, her brain, her throat and her stomach. They were all dying. Dragging her with them. Because she was being dragged deeper and deeper..
He always pulled her up. Whether her breath lasted or not. She tried to last though. Breathing in the water hurt too bad to not try and pass out first. That's where she was now. Sitting up in the tup. Drawing in burning breaths that spun her head.
"Surrender yourself. It'll be over. I promise." Bill reassured her, staring into her eyes.
Pushing the laughter aside her sandpapery voice teased, "don't hurt me Mr Triangle sir! I'll do anything! AAHA!" Mabel chocked on nearly every word and giggle in between but she still somehow managed the words.
Bill snarled and got heavily splashed before she was silenced once more. She was loud as she went down, either screaming or laughing he wasn't quite sure. But, the expression on her pasty yet pinkish hued face was terrified all the same.
She breathed in as she went down. Immediately chocking as water sliced open her lungs, head spinning, brain pulsing and throbbing against her skull like a raging bull. Her nails dug trenches along his throat, but he only smiled at the sting.
Up again and the water spewed out of her lungs. Moments passed as her breaths rattled through her chest.
Mabel was done. This was too much. Her mind was oddly blank.
Pulling closer she locked her elbows around the back of his head. To any onlooker they'd be hugging. Mabel was still struggling to see clearly, to breath the precious, scorching air.
Her heart still thundered in her ear even though she was free of the watery tomb. "No, no more." Her chest swelled with little, coughed chuckles. "Stop. I'm so fucked."
She left the water behind as the body she clung to floated higher. Still little giggles escaped her. "Just stop."
A proper scream tore through her as her ass knocked into the edge of the tub, the impact sending volts through her open wound.
Her feet were back in water. Holding Bill's head close she couldn't miss him smirk. Through the pain she leapt away from him in sudden panic. But he just stayed smirking from above.
Mabel slowly drew higher, trying to be free of the water. Water flicked off her nose when a sudden shiver shook her. Her soaked cloths clung icily to her body. She tried to muster the strength to climb out of the tub. But without fear and adrenalin guiding her, every movement caused a stabbing pains to riffle through her. Kneeling in water, her elbows on dry floor, she started to cry. Blood dripped into the water and onto her pants.
A pitiful sob raked across her. Her head was buried in her hands. Death had simply decodable manners.
Words wouldn't come out of her throat. She tried to speak, but instead of 'can't, hurts' there was only wheezing.
Suddenly her wound was on fire again. With a bowed back she screamed, a short, ear-bleeding sound. It was cut short as air was forced out of her lungs.
Bill watched confusion pass over her face as she noticed she was back in the tub. She'd fallen on her ass.
Mabel clenched her stomach. It was over. The pain is gone. Fingers danced over soft skin, dipping into her new belly button. It looked the same. It felt the same. But it was new. Just like her hands. She'd never pressed her finger into this belly button and then held her finger by Dipper's nose to wake him up. Her dad had never blown raspberries on this skin.
Every inch of her felt better. She was drenched and cold yes, but she could now feel her fingers and toes. Her breath didn't get caught in her neck. Even her brain felt.. Warmer? Was that a good thing?
Far away and yet to close Bill made a deliberate cough. "Ahem, ahem."
translation cause FanFic doesn't let you copy text
Bill spat as he roared, "FOUL RANDOM SPAWN OF INBRED MONKEYS! I'LL BOIL YOU INTO A LIVING PASTE THAT'S STILL SCREAMING FOR YOUR OWN MISERABLE DEATH!" Not even realising she wouldn't comprehend his speech through his fury.