4. Mabelpiece Pt. 2
The lyrics instantly brought Mabel into a dancing spell. With each verse that ended, Mabel stopped to let Pacifica enjoy it herself.
"A simple touch of your hand, And everything is right. The gentle way you look at me, When we kiss goodnight."
WHIP!
"AOW! DON'T PLEASE!" screamed Pacifica, flexing her thighs to escape the familiar pain. Mabel landed the tip on her left cheek, leaving a fleeting stripe of red. This reminded her: she needed to conserve her strength for the chorus as she'd planned.
"You've given me the freedom no other love has known And now I thank you girl , thank you girl"
"I'm…seriously begging you!" Pacifica continued to implore. One bare strike was all she needed to get her lip to begin quivering. Mabel was positive she started something as she twirled and belly danced around her volunteer.
"The countless ways you've touched my heart Is more than I can say The beauty that you've shown to me Takes my breath away
"It really does, Pac" said Mabel, resting the crop's stiff end on the bound girl's right cheek. Mabel could only try to remind the nervous blonde of the song's soothing composition. It certainly made her world more colorful.
As she danced, Mabel directed all her arm strength towards Pacifica's bottom half once again. She wanted to look back at her face once the first metronome of hits was done.
"A picture perfect painting, that's what our love is And yes I need you so, and now I know Ooooh"
WHAP! WHAP! WHIP! CRACK! WHAP! WHIP! WHAP! WHAP! CRACK! WHIP! CRACK! WHAP! WHIP!
Pacifica released all the air from her lungs in the midst of the perpetual flogging. It was the bitter taste of Mabel's real feelings, now being transferred to Pacifica, which introduced her to such concentrated pang.
"I've found a masterpiece in you A work of art it's true"
"AAAAAAAAH!" yelled Pacifica, in an attempt to break windows if there were any. Her eyes clenched tight to escape the aftershock of discomfort. Her mouth had remained open wide enough to savor the tears which streamed at ease down her face.
Mabel intervened into her blurry view as she dance her way towards her miserable façade.
"And I treasure you my love"
"Now now, No blushing" Mabel said, placing the ever sharp whip end on Pacifica's rosy face. "You know it's my job to paint them even redder."
As Mabel bopped back to her post, she left Pacifica hyperventilating. To have Mabel make her cry was already enough. Now she was just draining her ego of the life it once held. The life of ever renowned Pacifica Northwest, celebrated Primadonna of Gravity Falls for having supposedly inherited the land.
Now demoted to a doll by a mere tourist.
"Ooooh I've found a masterpiece in you A work of art it's true And I treasure you"
WHAP! WHAP! WHIP! CRACK! WHAP! WHIP! WHAP! WHAP! CRACK! WHIP!
It was impossible for anyone to support these blows without screaming, but Pacifica had already exhausted herself. The first scream released most of her energy after the soreness began leaving her butt with borderline tactlessness.
"Stop…I'm SOB! sorry, sorry, just SNIFF! stop…no m-more!..." she moaned, her voice suggested she'd pierced her real emotions. Mascara bled from her eyelids as she closed them tight enough to feel something to counter the swats. Her sobs were the second loudest thing in that area as the music drowned them out.
"Sometimes I wonder what I'd be Had I not found you A least and lonely soul this world Could show me nothing new"
WHAP! CRACK!
"I would, Pac, but…ugh, what nice tan little buns you've got here. It must take a real artist's dedication to top that hue!" said Mabel with mock jealously, examining the injury done to Pacifica's bottom.
The marks were striped crimson with a darker variant, reminding her of backgammon if the bands surfaced from the center rather than the sides. She really did live up to her word on this anguish. And to see the blonde's face sweating with regret meant they were almost ready for the next step.
"But now my life's a canvas Painted with your love And it will always be And now I see"
By the time Pacifica's cries had all but reduced her to sniffling, Mabel too had become fed up with merely dancing. Part one of this duology was finally over, leaving Mabel to smile in anticipation.
"The gentle walks together Through time will never pass This fairy tale we shared Is real inside our hearts"
The blonde allowed her slow chokes to calm her down. Even as it was over, the discomfort would last beyond the flesh. Already she was expecting Mabel to accentuate her plans on haggling forgiveness to cease this experience. She just wanted to recover her sanity, the only thing that really mattered now that pain exposed it as true luxury.
It almost felt miraculous once Mabel revealed herself to the melting blonde. Pacifica waited for her say in everything, retaining her grin once she heard well.
"I think that was a liter's equivalent of anesthesia, don't you agree?" said Mabel, before taking out what Pacifica thought was a portable sewing machine.
"Now I know how you like to wriggle around like a worm, but since I've never done this before…"
As blurry as they were, Pacifica nevertheless squint her eyes to notice some ink drip from the needle. Then they jolted as wide as she could once she realized what else Mabel was planning from mentioning the numbing agent. At this point, oblivion seemed like the smart option for the ruined blonde's craving.
" W…WHAT? NO! Not th-that! SOB! Listen t-to…me, Ma-mabel! SNIFF! I've…had en-nu-nough! Let's just…talk abo-bout this! C-COME ON! I s-said I w...was sorr-rry!" Pacifica cried at the sound of the needle's activation. Mabel, however, sang along to Atlantic Starr's bridge before piercing the blood red skin on the poor girl's buttocks.
"Let it be forever Never let it end This promise I can make Heaven is ours to take"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!" she bellowed, kicking the ground to escape the burning puncture.
Pacifica couldn't believe her nerves were capable of producing such sting. It was as though her skin was peeling off, drilling down to the bone. That's what made her lungs produce more air, causing her to aim for a pitch she never knew existed in her.
And All Mabel was planning on was tattooing her initials on each cheek without caring if it was actually sedated.
"You're not going to besmirch my tour de force, Pac!" said Mabel, clasping the tattoo machine in her mouth to grab hold of Pacifica's thighs in keeping her from jerking around.
"I've practiced too many times to get it wrong! So if you can act like a lady, take it like one!"
"Ooooh I've found a masterpiece in you A work of art it's true And I treasure you my love"
That's when Pacifica faced the real pain: admitting to her enemy's whim.
She really didn't have much of a free will this time. She was as blank as the sheet of paper Mabel mistook her as. The best she could do was to continue swallowing her cosmetic flavored tears and let Mabel take care of the rest.
It took almost a minute for Mabel to get the right letter. Once done, she rolled her sweater sleeve to wipe off any leftover blood, noticing she ended up with a dark gray Verdana as the closest thing to a font.
"There, I've finished the M and I have to say, looks good on you" said Mabel, naïve enough to think adding sugar to the wound provided the opposite effect of salt.
"Now to turn the other cheek!"
"When I'm lost and insecure You build me up and make me sure That everything will be alright My love
As Mabel tried coinciding her product with the last verse as quickly as possible, Pacifica finished sobbing as the only outlet of comfort next to strong flinching. With the occasional whine, she prayed for a happy ending amongst this torture.
"Ooooh I've found a masterpiece in you a work of art it's true And I treasure you my love"
As the song faded out, Mabel's composition finally took full form. For Mabel, she could not be prouder; she was a novice when it came to tattoos. The blonde's once mildly tan cheeks were covered with small wipes of purple to overlap the dark crimson almost as dark as the letters.
At least for Mabel, it was more than worth it.
"You know, Pacifica, it's hard to believe I actually did this" said Mabel, walking backwards to get the right view "It's just so…beautiful…I'm not vain to speak the truth, am I?"
Pacifica couldn't help except finally smile as far as she had endured those minutes. A mere ten seconds without any puncturing released a chuckle as a few happy tears could finally be defined.
"I…sob…I guess…not" said Pacifica, in joy that it was all over.
"Thank you, Pacifica" said Mabel, who took out a capped syringe and removed the lid. A second later, she jabbed the needle on the utmost section of Pacifica's rear.
Her eyes jolted open for a while.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhh! don't worry about it! You've provided all the effort I needed to make my vision come true" said Mabel as she pushed the tranquilizing serum into the blonde's bloodstream.
"Relax now"
The pain was just as abysmal as before,only it made her too drowsy to shriek for once. After a few seconds, Pacifica's eyelids became heavy and her vision drowsy as her strength diminished.
Then Mabel left her body dangling by the ropes once she fainted. Once she slid the syringe off, the twin continued to revere her Magnum Opus, as though she'd never be able to top that nor the arrogance that now elevated her dignity.
However, her moment came to an appropriate end once she heard a ringing. Mabel tucked into her pocket and released a cell phone that she attached to her head.
"Soos?" she asked before the lightheartedly pudgy voice replied.
"Yo, Mabelangelo, how'd it go?" asked Soos.
"I did it, Soos, I'm a definite on this one!"
"Aw sweet! Does that mean you'll let him live for once?"
"Teehee, aw no Soos" Mabel giggled, believing an explanation might've been in order "I didn't opt for the clean chests of my brother's bullies this time"
"Come again?"
"But rest assure, thanks to Pacifica…"she said, before looking back at the flaccid blonde, along with the imprint Mabel bestowed upon her.
"…my masterpiece is no longer behind me"
And that's my story. I hope you enjoyed it, cause I'm glad it's just over!