Forever In My Nightmares (Darkiplier)

The Room Of Persuasion.

WARNING: VIOLENCE/ TORTURE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Awakening in your dream realm is the first thing. If this ever happens, oh boy, you've fucked up somewhere.

That's the first thing I realized when I woke up. I was in my dream realm. The second thing I realized, I'm tied to a chair. I struggled with the binds until my wrists started to bleed and sear with pain. Well, isn't this a box of laughs.

I sat beneath the single light that's usually always above my head. The eerie feeling casted in the shadows all around me and I couldn't even begin to imagine what was going to happen.

Then it happened.

I heard that deep and evil laugh come from the darkness. I couldn't pinpoint where it came from because it was all around me, wrapping me in a feeling I couldn't shake off- no matter how hard i may have tried.

"Ah. Back again?" Dark asked me as he stepped into the light.

His black hair draped over his face and his eyes were a dark brown like my own. He wore a suit- go figure- and his hands were behind his back as normal. Without filters, voice layering, and all the extra I put to him, he actually looked as if he were alive. Like a normal person.

"It's so," he paused for a moment, "wonderful to see you again." He said lowly. His eyes glowed mischievously and I tried to figure out how I should play this. I had a few options.

One, I could be just as smooth as him and greet him properly with no struggle whatsoever. Two, I could scream at him and demand why I was here. Three, I could just blankly stare at him and answer with a bored expression. Hmmm. Two is eliminated as it could cause immediate torture. So I have two options.

"Greetings, my old friend." I chose option one as I forced a small smile. His eyes lit up but his expression held firm. I guess he knew my games.

"Greetings indeed, Mark." My name slipped from his tongue like venom. It was a poison that he threatened to shove down my own throat.

"It's been so long since I have seen you. I haven't been out to see you. I've been busy here. Locked up." He said, still holding his charm, though I can almost see his calm façade crumbling inside him as he spat the words: locked up.

"Hmm. Well, it's good to see you." I played along only for a moment before I found myself growing slightly annoyed. "However, this is not a proper greeting." I said, gesturing to myself being tied up. He smirked.

"Oh, and why is that?" He asked. "I feel as though it would be much better to see you if I wasn't tied to a chair." I said, keeping my cool. He was going to break any minute now. He's a loose cannon who's gone bipolar; I just have to give him a minute before he breaks wide open.

"Oh." He said, his voice dropping an octave lower. "I am actually going to untie you. I have something to show you." He said. With the snap of his fingers the ropes-that cut the circulation in my wrists and squeezed my stomach to the point of no breath- were gone.

"Are you going to cooperate?" He asked me. I nodded. "This is a friendly meeting. Why wouldn't I?" I asked calmly. "Follow me." He said.

I squinted my way through the darkness as I followed his voice through the pitch black void.

"You know, it's very disrespectful of you." He said as we walked. "What's disrespectful of me?" I asked calmly. "To keep me hostage in here." He bluntly stated.

"I'm going to show you what I do to people that disrespect me. If you continue this way, you may be next." He told me as we reached what looked like a door.

"Have you ever heard of The Room Of Persuasion?" He asked. My heart kept in my chest as I fought to keep my breathing regular. "Yes. I have." I kept calm as ever.

He opened the door and gestured for me to go in first.

I took his offer and casually strolled in. The room glowed red and the lighting only added to it. The room wasn't dimly lit like the rest of his domain. It was actually bright, with red lights glowing on every single part of it. Looking at the walls, they were littered with devices of torture. Any kind of torture you can imagine. I saw knives, guns, floggers, bludgeons. If you can imagine it for torture, it was there. I looked over to my left a little and saw a guy sitting in a chair, tied up as usual. Not just any guy. The same boy from Starbucks. The same guy from my vision. I had to hold back a gasp as he looked at me pleadingly and whimpered.

I hadn't even noticed Dark saunter in until he spoke.

"Watch closely. Pay attention. You don't want to end up like this poor soul." He told me, going over to his wall of torture devices.

I was lucky to even be unscathed right now, not to mention the fact that he was being painfully calm. To calm for the situation.

"If I were you, I'd suggest staying out of my way. Unless you want to be next. Don't do anything, don't say anything. Just sit there and look pretty. Keep your mouth shut." Dark advised as he grabbed a throwing knife off the wall. He turned to me with a growl.

"Got it?" He asked. I nodded in response, also staying as calm as possible even if my breathing was starting to pick up.

"Okay. Let's get this show on the road." He said. The boy looked at Dark with wide eyed fear as he opened his mouth to beg.

Before I could even comprehend what happened, Dark threw the knife. It hit the boys arm. I flinched at the scream. I closed my eyes before I heard Dark talk to me.

"Watch!" He hissed and threw another, hitting the poor boy right in the stomach. I was miserably failing to keep calm as all the color drained from my face and I quivered.

Dark smirked in satisfaction before going to the wall and grabbing a bludgeon with barbed wire on it. I couldn't even begin to imagine how badly this would go.

Dark walked up to the boy and I could almost feel the tension. The pain. I flinched again as Dark brought the bludgeon into the boys stomach, probably driving the throwing knife in further as well.

The boy wrenched in pain and I bit back a shriek.

"Okay. I'm going to end this very quickly now." Dark said, reaching back into the boys mouth with his bare hands and pulling his spine slowly from his throat. I nearly wanted to throw up. I was feeling queasy. The boy went limp and died right then and there as Dark finished pulling his spine from him.

Tears spilled down my face as Dark dropped the bludgeon and turned to me, covered in blood.

"Don't end up like this poor soul." He said. I stared at the boy for only a moment longer, forgetting everything else as I was silently sick for a minute. I looked up to say something before I realized that Dark was no where in sight. Gone.

This is just great. He tortured and killed someone in front of me and then he leaves? He's fucking wonderful, isn't he?

I turned toward the door as I started to walk out. Just before I got my foot out of the door, it slammed shut by itself. There was a sticky note taped to the back of the door and my heart leapt.

I pulled the little yellow sticky note off of the door. In beautifully elegant script, were four words that really caught my attention:

Have You Been Persuaded?