Deal With The Devil ~DarkiplierxReader~

Chapter 16

After Dark asked me to marry him, things went down hill fast. He began to get hateful and snappy. I felt like I was walking on ice around him. No matter what I did, it seemed like I wasn't enough. He would glare at me and shoo me away when I tried to talk. He started staying away from home, coming in late and leaving early. I became so damn lonely. I felt so useless and unworthy. Some days I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Today, that's exactly what I did.

My shoulders shook as I held onto my legs, my face buried between my knees. Tears stained my cheeks and pants. My chest felt like it was on fire as I struggled to breath between sobs. I couldn't understand what I did to deserve this. I tried my best to make Dark happy, fulfilling his sexual and emotional desires. I would massage his shoulders when he was stressed and cuddle him when he was upset. All I did lately was to please him, but I never could. I could never please him and now he hated me.

"Calm down, beautiful." A pair of arms lifted me up, placing me in someone's lap.

"Dark...?" I questioned, even though I knew it wasn't.

"Anti. I told you I was always watching, didn't I? So I'm here to help you feel better." His fingers trailed through my hair, massaging my scalp. I hiccuped as my sobbing came to a stop.

"Shhh. You're okay. I'm here now." His cold lips pressed against my cheek. My hands held onto his shirt tightly.

"I don't know what I did wrong, Anti!" Fresh tears trailed down my cheeks yet again. "I just wanted to make him happy!"

"I know, darling. I know. If he makes you feel this bad, then you deserve better." He smiles, his sharp teeth catching my attention. "Come with me, and I'll treat you like a queen."

I sighed before opening my mouth to reply. Only I couldn't reply. I coughed and sputtered, blood pouring from my mouth. My hands grasped my throat where a knife was lodged.

"I avoided her so I wouldn't her hurt. But now she's dead. If I can't have her, nobody can." That familiar voice rang in my ears, followed by a maniacal laugh. "I'm tired of letting people decide. But now I'm deciding. I'm deciding that neither of you deserve to live!"

The knife in my throat was yanked out and jammed into Anti's skull. Anti's smile never once left his face. He seemed happy that this was happening. Happy that he had been stabbed. This was the end of Anti and I. My vision when black and I continued struggling to breath.

"I'll see you both in hell. Where we all belong."

The end.