* THRID PERSON POV *
"No please don't hurt me" Mark said as he tried to stand up.
"I love him Mark... I need to find him" Mark began to ran past the living room, towards the bathroom. But Anti just speeded towards him till he had Mark in his grasps. "Don't fear Mark, I'm not just gonna kill you. I need you to feel pain so Dark will have to come"
"Please please please don't do this... there might be another way" Mark said, trying to persuade Anti to not hurt him.
"I'm sorry Mark." He grabbed Mark and transported them to a basement looking place.
"Where are we?" Mark questioned.
"My old torture chamber, how I missed this place." Mark face filled with fear as he walked back into a wall. Anti reached over and turned on the light switch revealing weapons lining the walls. There was chains hanging from the ceiling and on the wall. A chair covered in blood next to a platter with small doctor tools.
"Fuck" Mark whispered.
"Now let's make this easy Mark. Just come here and let me chain you up..."
"No... please" Mark pleaded.
"Stop whining! Be a real man!" Anti walked over to Mark and held his hand. He walked him over tot he chains and let go of his hand. "Was that so bad?" Mark began to cry as Anti chained his hands to the chains connected to the ceiling. Mark was now the center of attention, Anti didn't know what he was gonna do to him. "What will I do to you." He walked over to one of the walls and found a simple carving knife. "Shall we begin?"
"Please...." Mark whispered. He had no more strength to fight against Anti.
"Mark it's not like I want to hurt you. Your the man Jack loves..."
"He loves me?"
"Yeah, I can read his thoughts... he really loves you. You'll never be able to hear him say that again if you won't let me do this." Mark nodded. "Alright, I'm glad we're on the same page. Now this shirt won't do."
Anti sliced the knife across Marks shirt, ripping it open. It slightly cut into Marks chest as he winced in pain. "If you can't handle that Mark, your not gonna live through the beginning of this" Anti laughed.
"Why are you enjoying this?" Mark asked as Anti ripped off the rest of his shirt. Anti stared in awe at his ripped body... it looked just like Dark to him.
"I'm definitely not enjoying this... you remind me to much of Dark" Anti said as he slides his hand over Marks abs. Mark was felling quite uncomfortable because of this.
"Anti... I'm not Dark." Anti looked up at Marks face and placed his hand on the side of his face.
"I know, but you'll do." Anti whispered as he got closer to Marks face. Mark turned his face away. Anti held the knife up to his neck, "Look at me!" Mark slowly turned and looked at Anti. Anti immediately kissed him. Mark tried to pull away but Anti had the knife pressed against his neck that if he moved, he would be cut.
"Anti, stop please." Mark said while he took a breath from the kiss.
"Your lips are just like Darks.... rough but he soft. I could never figure out why." Anti moved from Marks lips to his neck. He was sucking, biting. It hurt Mark because Jack was never this rough... Mark was always the dominant in the relationship. Anti definitely was dominate in this situation.
"Anti.... it hurts stop" Anti didn't stop. He bit harder, I knew it would leave severe marks. He was now drawing blood "Anti!" He finally pulled away.
"Dark would have begged for more... why is it your so weak?"
"Cause I'm human, now I never thought I'd say this... but just get to the torture"
Anti moved the knife from Marks throat and slid it down his chest. Mark shivered with goosebumps. Anti removed the cold knife from Marks skin and then smiled. "What are you smiling abo-" Mark stopped and immediately screamed in pain. Anti had stabbed the knife into the front part of his shoulder. "Fuck! Anti...."
"You told me to get to it," the knife was still impaled in Marks arm.
"Are you gonna remove it?!" Anti laughed.
"Now why would I do that? Now you won't move..." Mark gave Anti a glare.
"I hate you..." Mark replied.
"Aww don't say that. I know you love me." Anti gave Mark a quick kiss on the lips "Now to the good stuff!"
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Somewhat of A Dream // Septiplier Sequel
Fanfiction"No... that wasn't a dream. Your not real!" "Oh but honey I am... Marks never coming back" // boyxboy, antisepticeye, darkiplier, smut, cussing \\ part of the Septiplier Series™️ - - - - thisislizz❦