I Miss The Real You (Septiplier)

Choose!

Jack's POV:

Yami shoved the gun further. Mark was obviously freaking. His eyes scanned the room as if looking for someone. My heart was beating. Was he actually gonna shoot me? Was Mark actually gonna choose?

"Choose dammit!" Yami's voice cracked.

My eyes moved down below his chair. There was a piece of glass right underneath his hands. Unlike me, his arms were just tied behind the chair. Mine were tied to the arms. I glanced back at him as he opened his mouth to say something.

"Why do I have to chose?!" He finally asked.

I eyed the glass and tried to get him to pay attention. His eyes traveled down to me.

"If you don't, he's dying!" Yami growled.

I jerked my head to one side and glanced at Mark. He nodded and as soon as Yami turned to look at me, he leaned back his chair. Yami grabbed my hair and shook me.

"Don't you want another taste before I'm dead?" I asked while licking my lips.

He growled at me. "Maybe."

Mark nodded at me and balanced the chair on it's back legs. Yami made his way onto my lap and I groaned. My leg and shoulder were throbbing. Blood was trickling down my body and into the puddle below me. I tensed when Yami leaned in to kiss me. I tried to move my hands but I couldn't. His lips met mine and again his tongue forced it's way in. I moaned and he bit my lip. He moved down my neck and I felt his hand creep up to my shoulder. I arched my back as he dug them into the wound more than last time. My sob was mixed with a scream and Mark's head shot up. My eyes shut as his fingers moved around inside my shoulder. I cried out. His head moved down to my collarbone. His other hand crept down my leg and he dragged his nails across that wound. I screamed again. I opened my eyes just enough to see Mark hanging his head. My breathing quickened. My eyes started to close. The pain was too much, I'd lost too much blood. Soon all I seen was darkness.