Fun, Games, Murder? (A Darkiplier Story)

Chapter 5: Meeting

I hear the heavy bolt lock into place and again I'm alone in a cell. At least this time I have the warm crackling of the fire to keep me company. Fireplace! That means there is a direct route outside from there. I'll keep that in mind.

I walk over to one of the other doors and find myself in a nice sized bathroom. I immediately grab hold of the bottle of mouthwash on the counter and rinse my mouth multiple times. When I finally feel like I've scrubbed Dark from my mouth I look down at the blood that had dried to my arm. 

Guess I should probably clean up.

I search the entire room for cameras, knowing very well Dark wouldn't hesitate to be so lewd. I don't find anything out of the ordinary so I stripe down and jump into the shower. The warm water flowing over my skin feels fantastic after being locked in cold dark rooms for a few hours. I wash the blood off of my arm but the black discolouration still remains. I clean off the rest of the blood off of me, I no longer know if it's mine or someone else's at this point.

I step out of the shower and throw a towel around my torso and walk to the third door in the room. I end up in a decent sized walk in closet filled with a variety of different clothing. Shirts, dresses, pants, skirt, practically anything I'd ever want to wear is here. I slap myself out of the awe, no Stockholm syndrome for this chick. I grab a pair of black pants, a light blue tank top, a grey sweater, a black bra, and a pair of black panties since both my pieces of underwear were soaked with blood when I showered. I through all the new clothes  on and then walk back into the main part of the room.

I'm not staying here long enough to consider this my room.

I throw the towel into a little bin in the washroom, along with my bloody clothes. I check the rest of the rooms for cameras, if I'm going to be hatching plans I'd rather not have the demon watching my every move. When I'm done I collapse on the bed. Okay this bed is much better then the one I had previously. I breath the scent of lavender coming from the sheets in deeply, a nice contrast to the wet musty smell of the hallways and other two cells.

Hell never felt so much like heaven.

"I could make if feel a lot more like heaven if you gave me a chance," Dark purrs from the doorway.

"What the hell?!" I say and chuck a pillow at him, "NO!"

He catches the pillow and gently tosses it back. He comes over and sits at the foot of the bed. I recoil up against the wall, wanting to be as far away as possible from him.

"Oh come on, don't be shy," he mocks.

"Not shy, concerned for safety," I say firmly. "Would you also get out! It's hard to plan an escape with you all over me all the time!" I yell.

He stand back up and raises his hands in defence.

"Alright, if you don't want to collaborate with the other three then I suppose that's fine," he says his demeanour changing back to cocky. 

"Fine," I say as I stand up and follow him out the door. 

"Oh, I almost forgot," Dark says turning back to me, "Come here."

I hesitantly shuffle towards him, as the last time he was anywhere near me he decided to take advantage of it. I wipe my tongue against my teeth, as if trying to scrap off any remaining film left there. I shake my head and try and gain back my composure, as I step directly in front of him.  He raises his hand, and I recoil thinking he's going to hit me. All he does though is gently lay his palm on my forehead. 

I must be giving him an odd look because he says, "You'll understand in just a moment."

My vision goes dark again, but I'm not unconscious.