Our own shadows

-2-

{Crips p.o.v}

When I woke up the smell of musk filled my nose as I opened my eyes.

My sight was a little off as I looked around, I tried to move, looking behind me. 'I'm tied to a chair?' I said in my head as I looked around as my vision came back to me, that's when I widened my eyes.

Where am I? This isn't my apartment' I said looking around some more, notice that the place I was in was apparently a basement.

The darkness flowed around me a a character came into view. He looked at him growling. 'No no no no it can't be..it's not real'

"o̸h̸ i̸ a̸s̸u̸r̸e̸ y̸o̸u̸, t̸h̸i̸s̸ i̸s̸ a̸l̸l̸ r̸e̸a̸l̸ b̸a̸b̸y̸" he spoke in his rough voice as he looked down at me, twirling his knife in his hands.

"WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE ASSHOLE!" I yelled as I tugged at the knots that restrained me.

w̸e̸l̸l̸ i̸t̸s̸ t̸h̸a̸t̸ s̸i̸m̸p̸l̸e̸ r̸e̸a̸l̸l̸y̸, y̸o̸u̸ k̸n̸o̸w̸ m̸a̸r̸k̸ p̸e̸r̸s̸o̸n̸a̸l̸y̸"he spoke softly as he crouched in front of me as tilted my chin with his knife as he smirked softly.
'He's sort of hot, when you look at him that way'

He looked a lot like mark, he was tall (not really) built, had the same raven black hair and those black eyes and the grey I'll looking skin was the only difference, except for his voice of course.

He brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "Yes we've dated once, when we we're younger though.
Before he started YouTube, he forgot about me and he quickly moved on in those years." I spoke gently as I looked up at him.

i̸m̸ s̸o̸r̸r̸y̸ t̸o̸ b̸u̸r̸s̸t̸ y̸o̸u̸r̸ b̸u̸b̸b̸l̸e̸ b̸u̸t̸, h̸e̸ d̸i̸d̸n̸'t̸ f̸o̸r̸g̸e̸t̸ a̸b̸o̸u̸t̸ y̸o̸u̸, h̸e̸ t̸h̸i̸n̸k̸s̸ a̸b̸o̸u̸t̸ y̸o̸u̸ a̸l̸l̸ t̸h̸e̸ t̸i̸m̸e̸" A hint of jealousy glimmered in his eyes as he looked at me, his muscles tensed up as he growled.

He still thinks about me?' I spoke in my head as I gently blushed at darks jealousy.

He gently shook it off as he looked at me.
He got up and roamed around my chair, "i̸ h̸a̸v̸e̸ p̸l̸a̸n̸n̸e̸d̸ t̸h̸i̸n̸g̸s̸ f̸o̸r̸ y̸o̸u̸" he said chuckling,he held the cold knife to my neck as he chuckled even harder, dark kissed the back of my neck as I squirmed.

He gently took the ropes off me as he chuckled even more. "i̸ w̸a̸n̸t̸ h̸i̸m̸ t̸o̸ s̸e̸e̸ h̸i̸s̸ l̸o̸v̸e̸d̸ o̸n̸e̸, f̸a̸l̸l̸ i̸n̸ l̸o̸v̸e̸ w̸i̸t̸h̸ m̸e̸,i̸ w̸a̸n̸t̸ h̸i̸m̸ t̸o̸ s̸u̸f̸f̸e̸r̸" he whispered in me ear as he gently glided the knife against my neck making a cut as he bit on the back of my neck gently.

He started to make cuts and hickeys all over my arms legs and neck.

Dark gently held his head,lightly glitching as his eyes turned brown and he looked down at me, covered in cuts. He looked at the knife and looked back at me, the knife covered in blood.

"W-what have I done.." mark said to himself as he looked at me.

(Annnddd done!)