(Darkiplier x Reader) When a Black Cat Crosses Your Path (possibly lemon)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

You woke up with your head pounding it pain and your body aches. When you tried to open your eyes, it was Dark still, You couldn't see anything. You feel fabric wrapped around your head, covering your eyes which the fabric was wrapped around too tight which made your head hurt worse.

You tried to move your body to find out it was restrained, your wrist and ankles chained to counters of what you're guessing was a table because it feels like wood on whatever you're chained down to, that explains why your body aches. Luckily you can feel the clothing you had on before... including Dark's button up shirt on you.... Oh crap, he's probably mad at you for going to the two rooms wasn't suppose to go into and going through his personal stuff, maybe he's finally snap and ready to kill you.

You go through possible scenarios that could happen to you. Maybe he'll use the Spanish tickler? Sounds harmless and a bit confusing till you see the device which was sharp claws that could tear into your skin and yanks great chunks of muscle and flesh. Maybe he'll dump your body in acid? Gah, that sounds horrible and worse way to die as you scream and slowly die as your body melts away. Oh, the worse possible thing you can think of is he pours hot wax all over your body, the wax melting into your body, making you into a wax model for him as he can put you in his collection of mannequins in his closet, slowly dying from dehydration. That idea reminds you of that movie: House of Wax, that movie gives you shivers down your spine.

You snap out of your thought as you hear shuffling... It didn't sound like one person, sounds more than that. That makes you think if you're still at Dark's house, maybe Anti and some other people/demon things came and kidnap you. Gah, you don't want the green goblin touching you with those filthy hands of his. Hands.... Wait... before you were knocked out, you remember the person's hand feel wooden, but how could that be possible? I mean the only thing that was in the attic was some boxes, old furniture, and.... Mannequin? That's when it strikes you, only a mannequin could have done that because they were made out of wood. Holy shit, this would have been Mark's hell house if he lived here, knowing that there are mannequins that can move on their own. You wonder why do the mannequins want you? You can feel your shirt being unbuttoned, you gulped a bit as you started to shake, you can feel the wooden hands on your skin as they unbutton. Once all the buttons unbuttoned, you feel something wet on your belly which the cold wetness made you shiver. It feels like a brush with paint on it which feels like they were painting some sort of symbol on your belly, you couldn't help but laugh a bit as the brush tickles you, it made you squirm a bit, probably most likely mess up whatever it is they are painting. Once done, you stop laughing as you go back to internally panicking in your head.

Is this how you finally going to die? Probably being the sacrifice to who knows what.

Your thoughts of your own death stop when you heard his voice "Y/N!" Dark shouted as it echoes.

"Dark! Help! I can't see what's going on and I'm chained down" you cried, started struggling for your life knowing you might have a chance to live... maybe... you can hear footsteps running toward you but as you did, you feel something sharp pierced through your skin at your stomach, you scream loudly as you started to move and struggle more, tears forming at the corners of your eyes and soaking into the fabric. Luckily the blade didn't go through deep as it was taken out immediately, you can hear what sounds like fighting in the background. You feel a small pool of your own blood-forming slowly and leaking down. After a while, it seems the fighting stopped as it went slight, you couldn't hear anything except your own breathing as it becomes shaky.

"Shit.." you heard Dark Whisper.

"D-dark!" you shouted shaly.

"I-it will be alright Y/N, doesn't look that bad" Dark said, sounding a bit worried. Your eyelids slowly feel heavy. You slowly pass out from blood loss.