Deal With The Devil ~DarkiplierxReader~

Chapter 7

When I woke up the next morning, I felt as if my head were going to explode. I groaned as I ran my fingers through my knotted hair. I needed a shower.

I drug myself out of bed, my feet shuffling across the cold floor. My bathroom door creaked as it opened. I groaned in response. I could definitely live without any squeaking or creaking noises until this headache was gone. I turned on the hot water, quickly removed my clothing, and jumped in. As the hot water ran down my hair and dripped down my (skin tone) skin, I felt my muscles relax. My tension seemed to disappear.

After relaxing for a while, I quickly washed up, turned off my water, and hopped out of the shower. A cotton towel towel hugged my body, not leaving too much to the imagination, and my wet hair stuck to my skin. I didn't want to get dressed, but I knew I had classes this morning. Sighing, I put on my cutest undergarments, only to put on exercise leggings and a (favorite band) t-shirt. I decided to let my hair dry and wear it naturally.

"I see you're awake. Did you learn your lesson last night?"

I rolled my eyes, purposely ignoring the voice in my head. I decided to go down stairs and grab some pop tarts. I may have had to climb up on the counters to reach my fudge pop tarts, but I didn't mind. As long as I could get my chocolatey breakfast, I would be happy.

"Don't ignore me, (First name)."

I sighed in frustration. I just wanted to eat my damn pop tarts and not deal with Dark this early in the morning.

"I told you not to ignore me." I glanced over to see Dark now standing in the corner of my kitchen.

"Maybe I wouldn't be ignoring you if you didn't knock me out last night, asshole." My (eye color) eyes narrowed into a sharp glare.

"What did you just call me?"

"An asshole. You're an asshole."

Dark's skin became ashy again, his black eyes shining in contrast with the brightly lit room. I felt the oxygen sucked out of my lungs causing me to gasp for air frantically. Dark appeared in front of my at a lightening fast pace. His sharp teeth sank into my collar bone. I yelped. The pain didn't fade. It stayed just like the pain when he marked my lip.

"Bad girls get punished, kitten." Dark pulled away, licking his lips. I knew he had marked me again. "I can treat you like a princess if you behave like one." He sighed, his eyes starting to fade back into their deep brown hue.

"Why did you have to mark me again? It hurts like hell." The tears I've held back for so long finally slid down my cheeks, leaving a salty trail that would surely leave tear stains against my cheeks.

"I don't mean to hurt you princess. I just want you to be mine." Dark pressed his soft lips against my freshly bruised skin. "I just want you to be my obedient little princess."