Darkiplier X Reader X Markipler A Darkness In The Light

the darkness inside him

I whimpered softly as the man before me let out a psychotic chuckle, running his fingers through his hair as he let go of my face. He stared down at me with pure black eyes, looking me over as if I were his prey. I watched as he walked over to a shelf, pulling a knife off and looking at it for a second before gripping the handle firmly and taking a drag of his cigarette. I shifted in the chair, trying once again to loosen the ropes as he stepped closer to me. I froze at the feeling of cold metal pressing against my neck. My eyes shot up to his, filled with worry as they were met with a cold stare. "M-Mark please.. don't do this." I pleaded, trying to talk some sense into the man who I thought was my friend.. who I thought might be something more. "I'm sorry to tell you doll, but your words aren't going to stop me.." the man grinned as he blew cigarette smoke into my face. "You see, Mark is locked far away in here." He laughed while he tapped his temple with the tip of his blade, pacing around me as he spun the knife in his hand. He stopped in front of me, dropping his cigarette and stomping it into the wooden floor before wrapping his hand around my neck. I struggled to breathe as his grip tightened. "But don't worry, he can still see everything I'm doing.. screaming and begging for me to stop.. you know, he really cares about you. It's almost enough to warm my cold dead soul.. but, not quite." The man laughed as he drug the knife down my chest, leaving a small cut. Warm blood trickled down between my breasts, staining my grey tank top. I winced as the sharp blade cut into my arm, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. "Ahhhh now that's what gets me off.." he wiped his finger across my chest, sticking the blood covered tip into his mouth before licking his lips and grinning. "You know, I'm actually starting to see why he likes you.. You're not bad in the looks department, and you taste pretty damn good." His hand reached to my chin and gripped it once again. I tried to turn away as his face inched closer to mine. "And the thing that would hurt him the most.. is if I were to take you first.." he finished his sentence with his lips crashing against mine, his tongue hungrily pressing against my lips as it tried to gain entrance. I clenched my teeth together, trying to kick him off as he roughly gripped my neck, causing me to gasp in which he quickly seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. The irony taste of my blood filled my mouth as his tongue rubbed against mine, my cheeks growing hot as they turned a light shade of red. After a minute he pulled away with an accomplished grin and let go of my neck, leaving me to struggle to catch my breath. He gripped my tank top, quickly cutting it down the middle with his knife as I looked away in shame. "I see you like lace, good choice." He cooed as his eyes scanned my body. His hand reached out to touch my chest, and I quickly kicked his shin as hard as I could. 'Mark' stepped back, grabbing his leg in pain before his anger filled eyes locked onto mine. I felt his hand hit my cheek, almost knocking the chair over as I cried out. "You little bitch.." he growled as he sliced down the middle of my chest once again, my hands gripping the chair tighter. His hand pulled my bra, cutting it and exposing my breasts. "No more games, play times over. " his voice was laced with annoyance as he reached towards my chest again. I shut my eyes and tried not to whimper, opening them when I heard the man start to hiss. His hands griped at his hair as he hunched over, dropping the knife onto the wooden floor. Deep growls came from his throat as his eyes returned to normal,and then silence. "Y-y/n?" A kind, familiar voice rang out as I looked at the man in front of me. "M-Mark?! Oh thank god." I smiled as I lowered my head, trying not to let the tears slip out as a feeling of relief flooded over me.

Marks pov//

My eyes scanned her bruised and bloody frame. A dark bruise in the shape of a hand covered her small and fragile neck, as well as her cheek. I could feel the tears start to well up, but this was no time for a break down. I picked the blood covered knife off of the ground and quickly cut the ropes off of her, helping her up and pulling my shirt off to give her something to cover up with. "Y/n... I'm.. I'm so sorry.." I rubbed my hand softly over her bruised cheek. "It's okay Mark, I never did believe that was really you... but what the hell just happened?.." I shook my head and gave her a weak smile. "I'll explain later, let's get you back to my place so you can get cleaned up.."

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Y/n pov//

I let out a sigh as the warm water hit my tender flesh. Softly washing the blood off my chest and arm as I tried to ignore the sting of the water hitting the fresh cuts. I shut off the water, stepping out and wiping my hand across the fogged mirror. For the first time I got a good look at how badly bruised I was. I would have to put a hold on making videos for a week at least.. just until my bruises heal. I put the t-shirt and boxers on that Mark gave me, blushing a bit as the smell of his cologne still lingered on them. I step out of the bathroom and make my way to the living room, seeing Mark hunched over with his head buried in his hands. I knew he was beating himself up over what had happened earlier, and I couldn't let this sweet man be overcome by grief. I made my way over to him, leaning over the white couch and wrapping my arm around him. "Mark.. don't be upset. I'm fine." I said softly as the sniffling man lifted his head and wiped his tear stained cheeks. His pain filled eyes staring up at me. "You're not fine... look at what he- what I did to you.. I'm a monster y/n." I shook my head and cupped his cheeks, looking down at him with a smile. "No your not. Tell me what happened back there mark so I can help you.. please?" He looked at me in silence for a second, before nodding. I walked over beside him and sat down. "It started when my dad died.. I don't know, something in me just.. snapped. That's when he first appeared. I've been calling him 'dark'. I haven't had an episode in years.. usually he only came out when my depression spiraled out of control. But when he did, it was never good. He knows all my fears, everything I care about, he knows everything about me.. that's why he's so dangerous" I sit and listen to him, letting it process as I think back to the events that had happened earlier. "Hey Mark.. can I ask you something?" He looks at me and smiles "yeah, ask me anything." I blush as I look down to my feet "was it true, what dark said earlier? About you having feelings for me?" There was a pause for a moment, before I felt a tender hand lift my face, making me look at Mark as he gave me a soft smile "It was true. Y/n, you're beautiful. Anyone who cant see that must be blind. And I'm sorry about the other night.. I just didn't want to get ahead of myself and end up messing things up." My cheeks grew hotter as I looked at the man beside me, running my fingers through his dark hair before leaning over and kissing him. "You should have told me sooner dummy.."