Marrying Darkiplier

Chapter Thirty-Four: Thinking of you

Banging his fists on the door, Sean yelled for him to let him out, but Marvin was gone. No one was outside his door that he could hear. Dropping his bag of clothes to the floor, he pressed his back to the door and slid down to the floor next to it. All he could think about was Dark and how afraid he must be. Losing him the first time had been tough on him... but this. This had to make him feel worse. Looking about his room, he tried to think of a way to contact him. He had to have something. Blinking, he glanced down at his wrist for his bracelet, but it was gone. Pulling the bag into his lap, he checked for it. Nothing. All his bracelets and even his phone was gone. Cursing, he pushed the bag away and bitterly snapped aloud. "Motherfuckers! What do I have to do to get kicked out of here?!" The thought made him snort to himself. Anti wanted in and he wanted out. He hated to admit it, but the room was nice. It was decorated almost like his room back in his old house. On the dresser was a tv with consoles and a DVD player. He had a small shelf of movies. He had a desk with a computer. A nice big bed. Everything was in bright warm clothes that made the room feel... cozy. He was admiring the clock and lamp on the side table, when he jerked his head back to the computer.

Launching to his feet, he rushed over to turn it on. Shoving the chair away and typing on the keys quickly. He'd try to send a message to Dark through email. Did Dark ever check his email anymore? If not, he was sure a minion of his would be monitoring it. He'd give it his best shot. Bringing up the email, he began to type quickly that he was safe and with the SepticEye family. Hitting Send, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, until the email indicated that it failed to send. He tried again with the same result, before an email from Marvin popped into his inbox. Reluctantly clicking on it, he read to himself. 'Nice try. Did you think I didn't account for this? Play your games, Sean. That's all I'm allowing you to do. To be nice. Piss me off and I'll revoke this privilege too.' Frustrated, Sean typed back his reply in bold print. 'FUCK YOU!' Then he punched the back of the chair so hard it fell over. Pressing his back to the wall, he took deep breaths and tried to think. Maybe he could try a game chat room? He wasn't a fan of that, but if he could somehow get Dark to find him there. Moving to the computer, he brought up his steam and tried to search for one, but when he tried to download it, a box appeared on the screen that read. 'You're starting to piss me off, Sean. I'm shutting off your internet access. Don't make me monitor you 24/7. Cause I will. And it will be unpleasant for you. I promise you.'

Banging a hand on the desk, Sean bitterly snapped out. "I'm so scared, twinkle-toes!" Shutting off the computer, Sean resorted to pacing the room. The bars were set too close to smash the glass and get free. The ceiling, floor, and walls were solid cement. Prying a nail or two from the dresser, Sean tried to pick the lock of the door, until the nails flew out of his hand, over his shoulder, and impaled the side table. Smacking the door, he yelled out loud. "If you don't let me out of here, Marvin! I'm going to make it my personal mission to annoy the shit out of you! Magic or not, twinkle-toes! I'll be the biggest thorn up your ass from dawn to dusk! You hear me, fucker?!" From the other side of the door, he heard Henrik chuckle out. "Twinkle-toes? That just put an image in my head that I didn't ask for... Are you hungry?" Sean backed up, his voice filling with excitement as he belted out. "Yes! Bring it in!" He planned to rush the door, but Henrik opened a narrow slot in the door and passed the tray through to him. Grumbling curses, he took the tray and tossed it on the bed grimly. Kneeling to look in the slot, Henrik chuckled out. "I did try to warn you. Marvin is... overly protective." Dropping to sit on the floor beside the bed, Sean admitted in a saddened voice. "I'd hate to see what he does to those that are unwelcome here. I... I feel more like a prisoner here than I ever felt at Dark's castle. Even when he confined me to his room. It felt... different."

Henrik nodded, telling him nicely. "I can imagine. After all... That demon likes you." Sean prickled, icily correcting. "His name is Darkiplier. He's a king. HE LOVES ME. He's marrying me." Henrik gave him a doubtful shrug and closed the slot without another word. For a time, there was silence. Then a sickly-sweet feminine voice purred out to him. "Poor little, Sean. Trapped like a bird in a cage by his own family." Slowly rising to his feet, he growled out. "Where are you?" A soft tapping came from the long mirror on his closet door. Facing it, he scowled. Khaos was seated in an iron throne chair with her long exposed grey legs crossed. Her vampiric fangs were showing as her red eyes gleamed brightly. She wore a black silk dress that was more like a long loincloth than a skirt. The bodice was more like a fancy corset that barely covered her nipples but made her chest look huge. Around her neck was a glittering necklace of gold that in the dim light looked more like a tattoo that spanned her collarbone. Her hands were in see through black gloves and her frightening long heeled leather boots went up past her knees. Behind her, her large black wings were spread high making her look sinister. Her long violet hair had been pulled up and braided beautifully to complete her sharp feminine features.