Too far (A Jacksepticeye and Markiplier story)

Chapter 6

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BOTH Jack and Mark were pushed into a rotten, and moldy looking bathroom. Some of the tiles from the floor are missing, leaving the missing ones to be left with dirt replacing the slots. A strange smell fumed in the air, leaving a sour taste to be left in Mark and Jack's mouth.

"You asked for it, Puppets'' The Man grabbed two ropes from his hands, then tied Mark's hands and ankles up to the pillar that kept the whole room up. The man did the same for Jack, except he put them across from each other.

The Man grabbed a sharp kitchen looking knife, then made his way over to the shaking green haired man. He stared down at Jack, then brought his knife up to Jack's shirt, tearing it off of his body.

"W-what--" Jack was cut off by the man putting his nasty slimy hand over Jack's mouth, tilting his head with a strange smile.

The man held the knife to Jack's lower stomach, pressing the knife into his pale skin. Jack widened his eyes and squirmed around trying to get away from the pain.

"Stop!!" Mark shrieked tugging at the rope as hard as he could, wanting to do nothing but murder  that man. To no avail, Mark still tried his best to tug at the ropes, pleading out to the man to stop.

The man didn't listen to Mark, and only cut deeper into Jack's stomach, dragging the knife through his stomach, tearing his skin. Blood ran down the open wound from the knife, and dripped on the floor.

Jack let out a scream, feeling tears fall down his face. He couldn't take the pain, it was awful. It burned, and that was the only way Jack could put it into words. Have you ever cut yourself with a knife accidently, and got that...feeling?

That burning  feeling you get when realization hits you like a fucking truck. This was 100x worse than that, and Jack honestly wished that somebody would put him to sleep because he couldn't fucking take it.

"Shh. we're having f-fun" The man chuckled and dug the knife around the wound, before pulling his knife back. There sat upon the knife, was a piece of Jack's flesh. That's how deep the knife was into his skin.

Jack started to see black and dark blue dots surround him. You know when you look at the sun, or a light, then when you look away you start seeing blue dots? That is what Jack was seeing right now, along with black dots.

"You son of a bitch! You're a fucking psycho!" Mark spit, feeling anger run threw his veins like it never had before. Mark bared his teeth, as his chest fell up and down at a fast pace. He wanted to fucking slice the Man's neck, then tear him apart limb by limb.

*SLAP* The Man slapped Jack across the face, bringing Jack back into reality. The man stood hovering over Jack, glaring down at him bringing his hand back down by his side mindlessly.

"You will not go to sleep, got it?" The man raised his eyebrow waiting for an answer.

"Got it?!"

Jack quickly nodded his head, whimpering slightly. His head pounded with every nod his head made, but he didn't care, He didn't want to be hurt no more. He couldn't take it, the agonizing pain the wound gave every breath he made.

The Man then turned to mark, with an insane look on his face. A smirk grew on the Man's face as he stepped over to mark. Every move that man made, Mark's blood boiled and he felt his chest grow heavy trying to keep himself from beating the guy to death.

"Oh puppet, it's your turn now" The man took the knife, and stared at the blood that was dripping off of it, and onto the floor.

Mark tried to look away from The man, as he squirmed around breathing in and out heavily. The man forcefully grabbed Mark's chin then started to kiss down his jaw, all the way down to his neck. He bit down on Mark's neck, then growled smirking up at Mark.

"S-Stop" Mark felt panic grow inside of him like a wild fire spreading in a forest. His chest became heavy as he realized what was happening.

No

"Shut up" The man whispered in Mark's ear kissing down his neck. The Man grabbed the knife and cut Mark's shirt off, throwing it across the room. Mark's heart started beating 10x faster than it ever had.

"Stop it! Leave him alone!" Jack's voice sounded a little weak, from all of the pain coming from his body. Jack tugged at the ropes, trying to get his hands untied. Jack knew what The man was going to do to Mark, and he did not want to allow him to fucking rape his friend.

The Man paid little to no attention to Jack, and continued to kiss down Mark's neck harshly. The way Mark shook, made The Man smile. He enjoyed when people were scared of him. He enjoyed hurting people. He enjoyed seeing their blood splattered onto a knife.

Shirt teared off, The Man began to take off his own shirt roughly kissing Mark. The man moved his hips against Mark's, and when he didn't get a reaction from Mark he grew angry.

"Stop moving!" The Man brought his fist back, and punched Mark.

Mark groaned lowly, wanting to hold his cheek, but his hands were tied up. It was like when you get an itch and you really want to itch that one spot, but you can't. That's what Mark felt like, and he hated it.

He couldn't do anything.

The Man began to unbuckle Mark's jeans, still harshly trailing his nasty lips down Mark's body. Mark wanted to kick at the guy, but his feet were tied up. He fucking couldn't do anything and he was about to be raped by this douche face.

Jack tugged once more time at the rope, and felt the strong thick rope fall to the ground silently. Jack widened his eyes and quickly bent down un-tying his feet. He made eye contact with Mark, and gave him a small nod.

"Let me enjoy my fun" The man growled in Mark's ear, as Mark squirmed around. Mark trusted Jack, so he tried not to make it too obvious that Jack was behind the scum of the earth.

Mark's pants barley slid down an inch, before The Man made an unusual sound, falling to the ground. Mark looked down, and saw The Man knocked out, with blood dripping from the back of his head.

"Mark" Jack said relieved, as he hugged Mark tightly, forgetting about the wound on his stomach. He was just glad his friend was okay, because that was all that mattered to him.

Mark began to cry, uncontrollably, as he hid his face in the crook of Jack's neck. Even though both of the boys were covered in dry and fresh blood, they held each other close. After a few moments, the two pulled away then tied The Man up to the pole that he tied Mark up to.

They tied the rope that Jack had, also, around the Man, so it was almost impossible to get out of that.

And just to be sure, (also out of anger) Mark slammed a metal pipe down on The Man's head so he wouldn't wake up anytime soon. Mark really wanted to take that knife and plunge it into The man's chest, but he held himself back.

"Here, call someone before he wakes up, call the police" Jack tossed The man's small phone to Mark, looking over at The Man making sure he doesn't wake up.

Something didn't seem right though. It felt too easy. As Mark made the phone call, he felt off. As he was talking to the police, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He assumed it was Jack anyway, so he kept on talking with the Police.

But what he didn't know...

was..

.... The man had a partner who was watching the whole thing go down...

DUN DUN DUNNNNN!

Ok, being serious now. I have literally no freakin idea what to do anymore. I have some ideas, but every time I think of them I push them away! Please help, and give feedback! I don't want to put this book down.

When I write books, I tend to write a few chapters, and then I get bored of writing it. I just get distracted and then drop books without finishing them. Let me tell you, it sucks! I deleted about 5 books because of that, and I think this book has potential!

Please tell me your thoughts, I'm really begging ya. I have no clue if you like it or not, and please let me know if I spell something wrong.

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