Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Chap 13- Time to get up beautiful

Your P.O.V

With a sudden shock of coldness land on top of me, water-soaked my clothes. Instantly waking up from the freezing water, I shot up shivering. "Time to get up beautiful!" A deep voice cooed.

While breathing heavily, I looked around the room in a daze. I had no idea where I was, I wasn't home nor was I back at Emmett's place. I was in a beaten up living room and was on the couch. In front of me was a long, dark brown coffee table, and beside me laid two matching love-seats. There was no T.V, only a big bookshelf. To the left, was the front door, and a hallway leading to other doorways. A big window sat beside the front door, peering out into the world. It appeared that I was somewhere in a ran down, beaten up neighborhood. The room was conjoined with the kitchen and there stood a man as he cooked.

"W-who are you?" I gulped.

The room was filled with the smell of eggs and bacon. The man was mixing something in a bowl as he demanded, "Hush... I need to concentrate."

Glancing at the front door, I made sure the guys back was facing me. Slowly and carefully I stood up and made my way to the door. Making no sound, I turned the doorknob and ran through the doorway only to appear in the same room as before. "What the-" I mumbled, as I looked through the window once more.

It was the exact same neighborhood as before... This doesn't make any sense. How could I have run out of this room to only run back into it? Letting out a sigh, I turned around to face the man. "Who are you?"

Releasing a chuckle, the man turned around. "You don't listen very well do you?"

His hair was wild, and his eyes glowed bright red. He looked familiar, very familiar...

"Oh my God, Mark?" I cried out, causing him to cringe.

"Please call me Dark, " he snarled.

"Dark, Mark, Smark! It doesn't matter! You kidnapped me!" I quickly replied.

"I don't like that word." He said as he proceeds to move closer to me.

Taking a step back, I moved my hands in front of me. My back was basically against the wall. He was only a few inches away from me now.

"Stay away from me." I pressed further into the wall, as he was now right in front of me.

In a swift motion, he jerked my wrist in front of my face and said, "Look."

On my wrist, a deep, dark D was imprinted into my skin. It looked bruised, but it didn't hurt. My veins near the mark were black underneath my skin and shined through brightly. Seeing this frightened me, I have no idea how it got there, or what it was.

"W-what is that?!" I gulped, shaking underneath his grasp.

"Oh, well my dear, it makes you my property." He smirked.

Tears beginning to form in my eyes, my life flashed through my eyes. This was it... My life was over, I'm never going to be able to see my mother or father ever again, and I'm never going to be able to see Shane again. The man that I had met at the bar only a few nights ago, is going to kill me... Or worse, he's going to keep me here alive for his sick desires and pleasure.

Darks face morphed from his sickening smirk in a caring frown. Using a different tone than from before, he ordered, "Let her/him go Dark!"

Letting me go, Dark pulled back and grabbed his head with both of his hands and let out a growl. "No! Get out of this Mark!" He yelled.

He looked as if he was fighting with himself in his head. His eyes were closed, and he was concentrating on something. His face made it look like he was in pain, and he kept groaning as if he was pushing something heavy.

With this moment of freedom, I ran behind the couch and grabbed my knees close to my body. And there, I began to weep.