Dog Teeth || Darkiplier and Jacksepticeye [Abuse and Smut]

Chapter Five

And it tells you to tear everything apart

Dark sighed as he stood. He couldn't comfort Jack, that was too far. He took his empty plate and Jack's, which held untouched food, and began to clean up.
Meanwhile, Jack was upstairs sobbing silently. His need for the lack of noise began to put a strain on him, his throat clenching as mercy-begging sobs and dry wheezes left him constantly.
His throat felt tight and dry as he tried to gather himself. He wiped tears as he stood, looking at himself in the mirror. For a split second, he felt like he did with Mark;
A happily married couple, in the morning, getting ready, brushing their teeth, taking showers, the simple yet bliss brushing of lips. But that wasn't true anymore.
The cold truth was, Jack was alone. He was now entering an abusive relationship he can't leave. Mark came back last night, maybe he'll come back again. Jack shook his head as another wave of tears poured from his bloodshot blue eyes.
He heard a knock on the door.
"Jack?" Dark called in. "Can I come in?" Jack sucked in a deep breath.
"No," he replied.
"Jack, let me-"
"I said no!"
Silence
Dark was taken back by this. It angered him. Jack was afraid, he hadn't meant to say the words so harshly.
"Do you want to rephrase that?" Dark commanded. Jack simply unlocked the door and Dark stormed in, pushing Jack to the floor. The demon spit on Jack.
"You're fucking worthless, you understand? You are nothing more than a sex toy," Dark stated coldly, "just a cunt." He finished.
Jack nodded.
"Yes, master..." he apologized quietly, wiping the vile spit from his cheek. Dark growled and punched the mirror, sending shards in each direction of the room. Jack put his head under his arms as a few pieces bounced off his pale skin.
"Clean this shit up," Dark commanded as he left the room. Jack felt tears burn at his eyes as he slowly stood up, cautious to avoid his skin slicing at the touch of a broken reflective metal. Jack walked to a closet to retrieve a broom and returned to his work, sweeping the shards into a pan. He caught a glimpse of himself and just let tears fall. He walked to the trash can to throw it away when he heard a harsh voice say,
"When you're done, get in the bedroom," Jack winced at the words, "you need to be punished. You will wear the outfit I've laid out, I'll be there in five minutes."
Jack nodded. Once he finished, he dragged himself to the room, where a skimpy outfit lay on the bed. It was a collar with a leash, a thong, and a translucent pastel skirt. Jack choked down tears and stripped before hesitantly putting on the clothes. Once he finished clipping on the leash to the collar, Dark stepped in.
"Damn, you look nice," The demon stated. Jack gave a small nod, looking down. "Bend over the bed."
Jack slowly did as told, getting on his elbows as Dark grabbed the thong from behind, moving it away from Jack's hole.
Jack cringed when he heard a belt and zipper being undone, waiting for the worst of it. He winced as Dark pushed in quickly without prep and began moving immediately.
"You like that?" Jack shook his head, "Well, you better get used to it."
"Yes, master..." Jack whispered, barely enough for the alter ego to hear. Dark eventually found Jack's prostate, causing him to do nothing but moan as he pounded into it.
"Now you like it, don't you? You little cock slut," Jack gave into his tears as the words stung into his heart. "So pretty for master, crying," Dark leaned down and nibbled Jack's ear, leaning forward and licking his tears off his face. Jack felt like he was gonna be sick. No matter how hard he tried, no amount of effort could possibly make him imagine Mark instead of this evil entity. More tears poured from his eyes as he began sobbing while Dark took pleasure in it. The sobs pushed him over the edge as he released into Jack, who wasn't even hard at the contact.
Once Dark returned from his high, he pulled his pants back up and walked out, "Clean this shit up."
Jack slowly stood up, pulling the thong over his leaking hole as he changed the sheets.
He slowly walked downstairs, passing Dark on the way as he took the sheets to the machine before retrieving new ones for the bed.
As he changed them, his thoughts wandered.
Is Mark going to come back? Does he know this is happening?
Jack shook his head as he somehow cried more, eyes burning. He just wanted his baby back, that was all.
Once he finished, he went downstairs once again to find Dark asleep on the couch. Jack quickly raced back upstairs to the bed in the guest room. It had a faint smell of Mark, not as strong as their sheets, but those were now being cleansed of any smells that weren't detergent. Jack curled up under the blanket and cried, shaking at the thought of Mark never coming back.
He fell asleep with tears streaming down his face, dreaming of Mark.

His body crashed to the floor once again as he jolted awake to find Dark standing above him.
"Did I fucking tell you that you could sleep?"
"N-no, master," Jack replied.
"Fucking worthless! You hear?" Jack nodded. Dark walked out, smashing his fist into the door, leaving a dent. Jack shook and trembled as fear was coursing through his veins, whining at all the things he knew Dark could do to him if he pissed him off enough. He stood up and followed behind Dark, watching as he pulled out a whip.
"Get back to the room. Now. Get on your hands and knees."
Jack scurried to the room, shaking as he got onto his hands and knees.
"You're in deep, now," Jack heard pants unzipping once again.

Hi! Sorry I haven't updated in almost a week, I was super busy and then got sick for two days! BUT how has this story already hit 100 reads?? That's insane! Thanks so so much! Anyways, I'll try to get out a couple updates this weekend, but I have to clean our house today and do my make up schoolwork. Anyways, thanks so much for reading!