Daddy's Princess (Darkiplier x Reader)

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You slowly opened your eyes as you woke up. You stared at the ceiling for a few moments before you realized you were not in your bedroom. Panic swelled inside of you as you sat up. You tried to move your arms, but looked down and saw that they were tied down to the bed you laid on. You began to freak out as last night's events played back in your mind. He had taken you. No, that's impossible. He's a fictional character made up by the community. There's no way he is real.

"Oh, I am very real," a dark voice spoke into the room, and you nearly jumped at the sound of his voice. He walked through the threshold and approached the bed. You tried to back up into the wall behind you, but your arm restraints did not provide you that luxury. You tried to scream as he sat down on the bed, but the cloth around your mouth muffled your screams. Dark looked at you with a smile. He looked up and down your body as a chill went through you. You did not like the way he looked at you as if you were a piece of meat and he was a hungry wolf. He reached for your face and you thrashed your head around. He gripped your neck firmly and forced you to look at him. A tear went down your cheek as you felt so defenseless, so vulnerable. He carefully took off the cloth that was tied around your head. "Princess, I'm not going to hurt you. Not yet anyways." A dark smirk played on his lips and you let tears fall down your cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb, and let his hand linger on your face longer than it should have. "You're so beautiful," he whispered almost to himself. You wouldn't have heard his comment if there would have been any other noise going on. But, the only thing you heard was the sound of his voice. He abruptly got up and walked out. You were then left to your own thoughts. "How the hell is this at all possible? Is this really Dark?" The room was so dark that you weren't able to see your captor's features. He soon returned and began to untie your hands. You quickly rubbed your stinging arms from where the rope had cut into them. He summoned you off of the bed and grabbed your wrists as he led you out of the room and down a hallway.

You soon reached a door that opened up to a small staircase that led down into a room that you assumed was the basement. He pulled you down the steps and with the flick of his hand, locked the door behind you. You head spun as you tried to rationalize this. He led you down the steps and onto the floor. He led you over to the wall where chains hung low. He pushed you down to the floor and quickly cuffed you into the chains. He stood back and smirked at you.

"Oh, this is going to be so much fun, (Y/N)!" He said as he walked over to a table that held all sorts of tools.

"How does he know my name?" You thought.

"I know a lot of things about you, princess. Like I know how your mother was raped and killed when you were 11."

"How d-do you know that?" You asked as your eyes burned with tears as that memory resurfaced itself.

"I can see in your head, (Y/N). I can see your memories and also hear your thoughts. Be careful what you say up here," he tapped his temple as he spoke.

Anger burned through you. You wanted to scream. You wanted to run away from all of this, mainly the painful memory he had brought up. He sensed your anger and chuckled.

"Feisty are we?"

You shot him a death stare and spit in his direction. This caused his black eyes to perk with interest. He smiled as he chose a knife and walked over to you.

"You are going to make this way more interesting than I thought, Princess." He said as he crouched down in front of you. He brought the knife towards your face and your breathing hitched. He glided it from you ear down your neck. He then pressed it into your collarbone. You let out a yelp as the wound began to bleed. Tears threatened to fall, but you held them back. You had to be strong. You weren't allowed to act weak in this life. He seemed frustrated at your reaction. He pressed the knife to your lips. "Be quiet, Princess, unless you are going to scream my name," his sickening smile made you want to gag. You decided to play along in his psychotic game. 

"W-What is your name?"

"Dark."

"Impossible," you breathed.

"It's not so. I'm right here in front of you, very real."

"I must be dreaming," you thought.

"You aren't dreaming! I'm right here," he seemed pissed that you didn't think he was real.

Your head spun, but you decided to keep playing along.

"What are you going to do to me?" You asked as you shakily pressed your body into the wall.

"I think a better question is what am I not going to do to you?" He smiled darkly.

You gasped and he chuckled. In one swift motion, he sent the knife into your leg. You screamed and he clamped a hand to your mouth. He twisted the knife around, causing you to scream more and bite his hand. This time, he didn't pull his hand away.

"Am I real now? Or do you need more convincing?"

"Y-You're real," you whispered.

"What was that? I didn't hear you," he taunted.

"You're real," you said.

"Louder!"

"You're real!" You shouted and he pulled his hand away from your mouth.

"Now, what's my name?"

"Dark," you said.

"Louder."

"Dark," You yelled.

"Louder!" He demanded.

"Dark!" You screamed at the top of your lungs as he sent the knife into your arm. You screamed his name again, and watched as pleasure filled his dark, soulless eyes.

"Good girl. That's my Princess. If you disobey me, you will be punished. Do everything I tell you to do, and you will not be punished, understand?"

You nodded your head and he smiled. "Good. Now, that that is out of the way, who's up for more fun? I know I am!" He happily clapped his hands together and you stared at him in terror.