Markiplier x Male reader

torture.

I felt myself waking up, immediately feeling pain. I jolted awake due to the searing pain in my arm, and the feeling of warm blood slowly trickling down my exposed skin. There was a breeze, and I could feel that just about every part of me was exposed, a side from my underwear still in place. I was still chained to the wall, but Simon was no where to be seen as I looked around. Every movement heart as my head was swimimg, as if filled with molasses. I groaned in pain, just then noticing a gag tied around my jaw, covering my chapped lips. My eyes began to water as I realized just how helpless I was in this situation. I could see the shelf and rack across the room, which much like Vincent's, was covered with various tools and devises that had sinister intentions. I began to cry louder, letting my tears fall down freely on to my gag and on my chest. The hell I just dreamed up would be better than this.

I then heard a noise and quickly quieted my weeping to listen in. It sounded like a knocking from upstairs. So I was in a basement of some sort I guess. I heard footsteps move over to the door and it was answered. I head two voices talking, one was Simon obviously and the other was...

Mark?

I gasped and sobbed at the same time as I listened into their conversation.

S: hey! Mark was it?

M: yeah hey, y/n's dad gave me your address and I wanted to come over to ask if you've seen y/n.

S: oh shit did he go missing?

M: y-yeah.

S: well, come in, we can talk about it over a cup of tea.

I wanted to scream. I wanted desperately for mark to hear and come to my rescue. For him to be my knight in shining armor. I screeched through my gag as I heard their footsteps stop right over my head, where I assumed the living room was located. I heard Simon say he was going to make tea as his footsteps trailed to the right. I screamed again through the gag and strained against my chains, rattling them. I heard voices upstairs again. "what's that noise?" I heard mark ask to the kitchen from the living room, yes! Yes that's it mark! I screamed even louder, rattling the chains as hard as I could, trying desperately to tear or rip my gag. I heard another statement, this time from Simon.
"Oh I must have left my TV on downstairs, let me got fix that."

No no no no no noooo. Not now, I will not be silenced. I screamed again, yelling mark's name, calling to him. I was just about to get the gag off, but just then Simon walked in. In my tired and tear filled eyes the world was distorted and disfigured. When I saw light for the first time I recoiled from it quickly, trying not to blind myself further. Simon walked over to me and pressed his body into mine, cupping my crotch and earning a gasp from me. He giggled, like my torment of him treating me this way right near Mark, my one hope, was entertaining, even a turn on. I cried and sobbed as Simon started to tease me, as he had full access to my body. He whispered in my ear then.
"Now be quiet, and I won't kill mark in cold blood, got it?" he cooed. I sobbed but nodded. I would rather go to hell and back, day by day, then have mark die because of me.

Simon headed back upstairs and resumed his conversation with mark, apologizing for how long it took. He shut the door to the basement and I silently sobbed while listening to my most beloved person, talking to my kidnapping, backstabing, psychopathic, ex collage roommate. I sobbed silently, from the pain in my body and the pain in my heart, dribble and snot mixing with tears as I despratly wished Simon didn't hurt mark. How much longer can I do this.

Not for long.

(Short I know, I just want to get more chapters out)