Not Your Toy (Darkiplier X Reader)

Five (Your POV)

It's been two weeks since I first met Damien. The man with the slicked back hair that I first saw in the café, was not the man that had me shackled to his floor. Dark. That's what his friend with the mustache called him.
I could hear them arguing sometimes. About a man named Mark.
I didn't care about that. I just wanted out of this nightmare. Everyday at a certain time the door would unlock, and he would stand in the door frame.
The twitch of his hands would cast a shadow throughout the room. Sometimes a whip would be acquired to my back, if I wasn't quiet. He would say that no one could hear me, but it didn't matter.
Obedience is what mattered.
The sound of the lock on the other side of the door rattled throughout the dark room. My heart would catch in my throat every time. Today was different, he didn't stand in the doorframe. He just sauntered in, quietly.
I didn't say a word as he kneeled in front of me. Something was different.
"(Y/n), we're going to do something different, I'm going to undo your hands," I could leave then. He's going to let me leave. "It's not fair to let such a beautiful face rot away in a dark room," he's going to let me out.
"Yes sir," I mumbled quietly.
"I am not letting you go, princess," well shit. "You're going to do some housework, help me with something's..." his silky voice trailed off.
I knew he was an attractive man, but he wasn't a man. I couldn't have any feelings towards him. His hands went to his pocket digging a key out of it, then his hands traveled to the shackles around my wrists.
The metal dropped to the floor with a loud thud. He then stood, offering his hand out to me. Taking his cold, grey hand in mine I stood up. My legs felt like they were jelly. My body stunk. I needed a change of clothes.
"Can...I-i uh take a sh-shower?" My voice cracked from the fear.
"Of course you can, princess," the way his hand felt around mine made a sickening feeling in my stomach. 
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I stood in the bathroom, towel wrapped around my nimble body. My legs still shook from the beatings I took. The whip marks layered my back. The clothes I brought with me were long gone.
A knock sounded at the door, causing my body to jump. The door slowly opened.
"I have some clothes for you," I nodded slowly as he entered the bathroom.
I turned my back to him, as he stepped in. I hugged the towel against my body. My knees were weak as he stood behind me.
"I can get dressed by myself," I snapped harshly.
"I'm sure you can, princess," his voice had a sly sound to it, like the devil himself.
After getting dressed, I threw everything that was dirty into the hamper in the corner of the washroom. I was dressed in a pair of leggings, and what seemed to be his T-shirt.
Stepping out of the washroom, I was met to an empty house. Looking around, I was met with nothing. Turning to the corner of the living room, I seen the elevator door.
My legs hurried to it, tapping the button anxiously. As the doors started to open with a ding, I felt a large hand take ahold of my hair.
"You think you can just leave, princess? Just like that?" Darks voice was demon like. "Oh, honey it's not that easy to just leave me. You're in for a big surprise, because obedience is key. And you my little toy, have just awakened the demon." I was met with dark black eyes, and the twitch that shattered my body.