Inside // Septiplier

Chapter 9

A.N Hey guys, I'm so sorry it's been so long, I haven't actually worked on the story in ages but I wrote a bit of something I guess and I don't want you to wait anymore, I'm so sorry. Stuff's been going on and idk but I'll get back on track! I hope this bunch of mumbo jumbo is enjoyable, it's nothing to what i owe you guys! Again I'm so sorry, I hope I can make it up to you with my next chapters, I love you all and thank you for being so patient! I'll most likely add some more to this chapter, I'm going to try harder! Thank you again :)

Perhaps, it just wasn't meant to be...


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Strangely, Mark passed by Jack, an aroma of perspiring sweat and tension following his trail, Jack pursed his lips in fear. Jack could distinguish the regret and guilt spread throughout Mark's eyes. Almost as if he were piercing through his soul, he wanted to comfort him with a look of reassurance but the penetrating terror was all that resumed. The rough heaving that left Mark's twitching mouth, only made Jack shiver. Seeing the amount of enragement, he had contained whilst breaking the shackles, only furthered his fear as he could only imagine the actions that Mark would execute on him. Jack could feel his small frame pressed vigorously against the beam behind him. Splinters would dig into his forceful position, the remnants of his shirt drenched in crimson only giving him a small amount of protection from the protruding pieces of wood.

Mark wandered down the corridor, barely illuminated from the flickering LED lights that hung from the chipped remains of the ceiling. The cone frame surrounding the cracked bulbs, emitting faint amounts of light, creating a foreboding shadow of the man's build. His whole figure had been distorted, not physically but Jack could clearly spy the sudden change in his mentality. Jack eyed the crevices that formed throughout his protruding spine, observing his shoulder blades slowly appear from his brisk movements. Jack could imagine how his skin would feel under his firm fingertips, his build clearly displayed the muscular appearance he would gloat about, but Jack could only fixate himself on the idea of Mark having soft, baby skin - matching his personality. Mark had practically nothing on. A small line of fabric travelled against his spine, jagged edges gleamed from the constant shredding that occurred during his moments with the two men. His shorts were ripped in numerous areas, still concealing his golden doubloons. Jack avoided staring at the torn remains that hung below his waistline, displaying his firm bottom. Jack sighed in anguish, staring at Mark's backside would change nothing, even if he was flushed from his enticing figure.

Jack gaped in disgust, even during his predicament he was still bent on the idea of having no attraction to men. Especially Mark. His thoughts wandered throughout the corners of his mind, hiding the many fanfictions he had "accidently" come across. He scoffed at his ship name, 'Septiplier' in Jack's opinion he would've named it differently. His internet persona being shipped with Mark's didn't seem special. Names always meant something to him. Laughing at the irony of his comment he gulped at the sudden reappearance of Mark. Gripped tightly in his hand wasn't a weapon, nor a syringe of any kind, no pills and nothing of violent appeal. Jack squirmed at the sight, he would've preferred a weapon.

"Aw Jack, you're cute when you're scared. Maybe, you'll like this though, I mean it isn't that bad. At least it isn't my trusty blade." Anti sighed, Dark could play with Jack all he wanted, but Anti craved to stab that pretty face of his. It would be a sight for sore eyes. Instead, here he witnessed Dark conducting what could only be explained as one of his guilty pleasures. Attaching a leash to a human, and for that matter a man, it just seemed juvenile and impudent to Anti. He spied Dark's vehement look, drawn full of lust one could only presume. "Just hurry up Dark." Dark spun around glaring at his company. "I'll take as much time as I want." Dark responded, aggravated from Anti's defiance. Dark savoured the moments he was allowed to use on his new toy. Obedience and submission was always something Dark loved, and that was exactly what Jack was. "Oh give me a fucking break." Dark gritted his teeth in anger, his intense glare followed along Anti's nonchalant expression. "Listen you little shit, I'm the one in charge here, and if you don't like that, I'll have to change your mind." Scoffing at his statement only infuriated Dark more, but he had control, tolerance even for someone as arrogant as the man beside him.