Suspicious Minds [Darkiplier/Markiplier x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Four: Persuasion Room (Part 2)

A/N: There will be intense torture in this chapter. The inspiration for the torture scene (particularly the fingernail part) came from DijaMohd's Total Control. You guys should read it, it's really good.

I'll mark where the torture starts so you can skip it if you want.
Honestly, this is probably the darkest shit I have ever written.
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You were left alone in the persuasion room for a while. The only contact you had was when Blue Googleplier stopped in to bring you food and A LOT of water. You also convinced Google to bring you some clothes so you didn't have to sit in a hospital gown.

Other than when Google came, it was pretty quiet. Wilford wasn't trying to get into your head and he wasn't talking to you either. You didn't mind the lack of contact, but you were getting worried that your rescue wasn't coming. You wished you didn't need to be rescued, but sometimes, you have to ask for help. You can't always fix things by yourself.

You were leaning against the wall, bored out of your mind. You had no idea how much time was passing, due to the lack of windows. The boredom was eating you up and the silence was weighing down on you. There was absolutely nothing you could do. You could scream. Why not? Nobody was around. You let out a blood curdling scream and Wilford popped in hastily.

"What's wrong?" He said frantically, concern apparent on his face. You laughed, no shits given.

"Nice of you to show up." You said sarcastically. "Actually, no it's not. You can go now."

"Why did you scream?" He ignored your remark, although the concerned look on his face disappeared. You were glad, it made him look almost human.

"I'm bored as fuck." You called out, still maintaining your sitting position. You rested your arms on your knees.

"I can entertain you." He smirked, doing the thing he does with his suspenders (you know what I'm talking about).

"Hard pass." You said nonchalantly. Part of you was apathetic towards him and part was afraid of him. It was both confusing and exhausting. "Trigonometry is more entertaining than you."

"Watch your tone, (Y/N)." He threatened, glaring at you. "My patience is wearing thin."

"Yes, because your non-existent patience is oh so fragile." Your sarcasm would not be stopped. "Just like your masculinity." Oh, he looks pissed as fuck. Yeah, that might have been too far.

"I've had enough of your fucking mouth." He growled, pulling out his gun. He shot right in front of your foot, missing on purpose. You flinched, the sound of the gunshot had your ears ringing.

"Is that the best you got, pussy?" What the fuck am I doing! I'm going to get myself killed!

His eyes turned completely pink and you realized that was the moment you had fucked yourself up the ass. You remembered what happen last time you pissed him off this badly and you shuttered. He advanced on you rapidly, his lip twisted in a snarl.

You couldn't stop your hands from trembling, your heart started racing. He didn't falter for a second, the rage was taking over and it was fear inducing. Especially since you now know he's a fallen angel and that he is immensely powerful.

He gripped your ankles and pulled you so you were laying flat on your back. No no no, he's going to do it again! A sob escaped your lips and you kicked at him, but your efforts held little effect. He loomed over you and you couldn't take your eyes away from his.

Suddenly, you found yourself strapped down to an operating table in the middle of the room. You jerked at the restraints around your wrists and ankles, but they wouldn't budge. Of course.