Princess

Part 6: The Others

"Whore!"

"Cunt!"

"Slut!"

"Fa-" the woman began, before being abruptly cut off with a loud 'shush', shutting down their insults. Peach felt a little disappointed that their spat had ended so soon, now she'd have to create something to do that wasn't listening in on people's conversations or staring at the ceiling. 

She sighed irritably, picking up a hairbrush and twirling it around in her hands before, out of a strange impulse, throwing it as hard as she possibly could towards the wall she stared at so often. The plastic thudded to the ground, like a chick falling out of its nest, leaving a small dent in the wall as a constant reminder of her actions. She didn't know why she'd suddenly thrown it. She wasn't an angry person, was she? She was too busy contemplating what was wrong with her that she didn't hear the door click open and a certain redheaded man slinking into her room and standing creepily behind her. 

His cold hands placed themselves on her shoulders, garnering a shiver that ran down her spine, She dared not move, fear coursing through her veins. Bowser's warm breath hit the back of her neck, making all the hairs stand bolt upright. Her instinct told her to flee, but she couldn't. She wanted to fight back, but she was too weak. Just being submissive and not angering the temperamental redheaded king was how you got away physically unscathed. Mentally, you were always scarred.

"Princess, my dear, how has your time in isolation been?" he crooned, the forced kindness and chilling undertones to his voice send shudders carrying alarm signals through her body, her brain setting off alarms in her head. This was no ordinary visit. Bowser wanted something from her. And she hoped he didn't want what she was thinking of.

"It has been fine," she choked on the final word of the sentence that would escape her lips, feeling disgusted as she said it, "Master."

"Good good..." the monster murmured, his clawed hands exploring her upper torso region, straying dangerously close to areas that somebody would get carted off to prison for if they dared touch without consent. But Bowser wouldn't. He owned the prisons. He owned her. Therefore he could do what he wanted to her, no matter if it made her severely uncomfortable. 

"Princess, would you like to see the others again?" he asked her, the word 'others' being dragged out like if he were inhaling on a cigarette. She knew who the others were. They were her friends or ex-friends considering she was the cause of the destruction of their lives. Daisy, Rosalina, Toadette, Toad, Luigi... The people Bowser's deranged obsession with her had broken. 

"I would like to see them again, Master," she mumbled, earning herself a sharp slap to the cheek. The hot flow of tears held themselves back as a pale red handprint began forming, standing out from the pale skin of her cheek.

"Speak clearly to me," Bowser barked, his words sharp and snappy. She would have flinched, but that would have either gotten her another slap or on the road to a darker, more evil punishment. A punishment that she feared more than any other punishment he could dish out. "Now, would you like to see the others again?" he snarled as he repeated his question.

"Yes, Master. I would like to see them again," she said, trying her hardest to keep her voice from shaking.

"Would you like to see them alive, Princess?" his crooned, his nails digging into her shoulder with his iron grip.

"Yes, Master," she replied, hoping and praying that her friends weren't dead. Whatever god the Mushroom citizens prayed to wasn't in a good mood that day.

"Too fucking bad, Princess" Bowser snarled, ripping the corpse of Toad from an unnoticed Koopa and shoving it into her arms.

The world around her froze. Time seemed to have stopped. Her thoughts were whizzing around her head at speeds she never thought they could. Her eyes were locked on the cold, lifeless stare that her once-cheerful, happy, alive friend emitted. Toad couldn't be dead. This had to be some crazy dream. Maybe she had gone completely mad and was hallucinating. That had to be it. She couldn't possibly be holding the body of her loyal servant and long-time best friend. There was no way. Bowser's dark chuckle was like a wake-up slap. The world restarted its spinning and time began ticking again. The tears began rolling down her cheeks, dripping down onto the pale grey skin of Toad. 

"Would you like to see the others, Princess?" the monster asked, the coldness in his voice emitting dark, evil vibes that only someone whose entire soul was devoted to causing pain and pure cruelty could emit.

Peach shook her head. Her head was enough of a mess without having to comprehend what Bowser could have done to her friends.

Or even what he'd already done to the other prisoners.

Hey guys, sorry for abandoning ya'll for so long. I've just been busy writing Player 2. I hope you guys like this chapter, I feel like it's a little worse than the others and if it is, I'm sorry. Love you guys and thank you for reading!