Let Darkness Deceive You ~ Darkiplier x Reader Sequal

Twenty Eight

"OH DARLING!"

The room was dark and silent.

"Sweet Heart?"

He moved into the room, closing the door behind him. Placing his palm on the surface of the wall he searched for the switch. When his palm grazed against the cracked plastic, he quickly flicked on the bright white lights which illuminated the filth and dinge of the room. In the centre was a dirty unconscious (Y/N) hanging above a pool of her own dry crimson blood. He released a heavy sigh before storming over to her frail figure. He quickly yanked the lever forward, releasing the chain from the ceiling. She crashed down onto the floor, gathering into a small heap where the blood was. Still, she didn't move. The only sign of life was the weak wease of her breathing.

Wilford gathered her in his arms and carried her out of the room. The room which she had been trapped in for so so long. The room which she had spent days crying and bleeding, days bruising and breaking and days just wanting to end it all. He took her up the stairs. She was lighter than before. After opening the door to the main body of the house, he laid her down on a soft comfortable surface. Her tired muscles began to relax after being strained and pulled for so long.

He left the room but came shortly back with a bowl of water and a cloth. Slowly and gently he cleaned off the blood, sweat and dirt which had stained her once clear skin. He proceeded to wash and dry her hair and brush it through. It had grown a couple inches in their time being there.

Once done he left the room again. It was some time before he returned but when he did (Y/N) had not yet awoken and this time he was carrying a brown box. Removing the lid he reached deep inside and pulled out a small black bag. Moving over towards (Y/N), he unzipped the bag and laid out its content on the side table. The bag itself was a makeup bag filled with eyeshadow, lipstick, blush and mascara. He painted her face as if it was a canvas but in actuality; she was his masterpiece. The use of eyeshadow created the perfect finish to the dark circles under her eyes. The red lipstick was a match to the cuts which littered her body. Finally, the small amount of light pink blush contrasted the dark blue of the bruises beautifully. He gazed at his work making sure every detail was faultless.

There was only one thing left to do. Her clothes had become torn over the many sessions of 'play' with Wilford. A feature which did not work with the rest of the look. Grabbing the fabric, he ripped apart and removed the undesirable material and replaced it with a mid-length baby pink nightgown.

He stood at the foot of the bed where she laid.

"Fantabulous"

Picking her up again, he carried her out into another room with a couch, fire and hand truck. Grabbing some rope off a table at the side. He placed her down on the hand truck. Taking the rope he wrapped it around her waist securing her tightly to the metal.

Taking the remote he sat down on the couch and turned on the tv. Flicking through the news channels, stopping on anything which seemed interesting such as the big red title "Prison Break Out".

The criminal Wilford Warfstache has escaped and is the suspect in the recent murder of Susan Wojcicki and kidnapping of (Y/N). Here is an image of what the suspect looks like. The suspect is also suspected to own a pink Lamborghini. If you have any information please contact the police on this number immediately.

He leaned back on the couch, smiling like crazy. His gaze turned to the unconscious tied up (Y/N) and chuckled lowly.

"Game On"