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Peach woke up, feeling the smooth silk sheets on top of her. It was another bright day, and-
Wait. She didn’t have silk sheets.
In an effort to get the sheets off of her, she fell out of bed. Her hand instinctively touched at the back of her head- where the impact was the strongest- and winced at the brief flash of pain. Even so, she got up. She headed to the door- locked. She turned around to look for another escape route, when something caught her eye. A black and red dress was hung on the wardrobe door. With a sigh, she donned the garment. It fit her like a glove, and felt as soft as a cloud. She ran her hands down her dress, feeling the lace tickle her currently ungloved hand (the ‘ungloved’ part would, of course, need to be remedied at the earliest convenience.) Peach really had to hand it to her captor- he’d put in a substantial amount of effort to appease her. He’d failed, but she had to credit him nevertheless.
Peach drew the curtains back, and took a moment to look at ‘her’ room in the light. It was a glorified box more than anything, and she was trapped in it. Waves upon waves of crimson and black, crimson and black, crimson and black. The princess just took a moment to let it all wash over her.
The bed was leant against the centre of the left wall, directly opposite the dresser- which both, were of course, crimson and black. It was worth noting that jewellery adorned the dresser; twinkling in the sunlight let in. There was a black bookshelf next to it, decorated with lavish books. She picked one of the aforementioned books up and opened it. She was immediately hit with the scent of it, and the lack print stood out among the yellowing pages. She supposed it was something of a shame that she couldn’t read, but ultimately didn’t dwell on it too long.
A sharp knock at the door brought her crashing back to reality.
“Just- Just a second!” she called out nervously, clumsily attempting to put the book back in its designated place. She head the key turn behind her. She turned around. The door opened slowly…
Peach took a step back, not wanting to be in the same room as him. To her dismay, he took a larger step forward, trapping her against the wall. He was a beast, even for one of his kind- his seven-feet-tall stature (or was it eight feet?) towering over her, and he looked as though he could crush a man’s skull with his bare hands. A grin appeared on his face, giving him a chance to show off his pearly-white fangs.
“C’mon, sweetheart. You know you love bein’ here; there’s no need to be scared of me.” He placed his hand on her cheek, and she pushed it away in disgust.
“Yes,” she responded dryly. “I looove being here so much, which is why you have to kidnap me in order to bring me here.” He leaned against the bookshelf, and Peach saw her opening. She took another step away from him, and this time he didn’t advance on her. It seemed he didn’t want to push his luck too far.
The Koopa King rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. “You know it isn’t like that, damnit.” He took her arm, and pulled her flush against him. “You know I’m not the bad guy here, don’t lie. Just… give me a chance to prove it; just a week… please?”
Peach sighed, and against her better judgement, nodded. The grin on Bowser’s face came back, and he kissed her softly. “You won’t regret it.”