Pacing down the halls of the manor I could hear the front door slam, echoing off of the cold dead walls. It indicated that Wilford had made his way back from whatever business he was attending to. Blood from (y/n) was splattered against the cuff of my suit.
I no longer wore the suit jacket or the tie. I paced, angrily. How dare she try to escape me? I would always be there, no matter what. Easy is what I've been on her, I need to show her what true pain is.
As I sat down on the bench at the top of the stair case, Wilford made his way up the stairs. He looked at me, my head in my hands.
"What is it Damien? The negative energy sort of creates a bad aura for the house," Wilford sits next to me patting me on the shoulder.
"Nothing is wrong, I'm sorting things out," my breathing was still rigid.
"This house catches people, Damien...it doesn't let them go when they're caught.." he says that too calmly.
Then it hits me, (y/n) has acted strange since the mansion was brought up. Something...someone has connected her to this house. I need to break the bond, the only way to do that is to remove him from this house.
It's Marks house, but he created the darkness that lives inside of it...that lives inside of me. That is me.
Standing I make my way to the room where (y/n) is. I unlock the door, flicking the light on when I enter. She lays in the fetal position in the corner she was in when I left hours ago. Tears stream her face when her eyes meet mine, her fragile body rising and pushing into the corner.
"Now, kitten. Something's hit me, you know something you shouldn't know," I kneel in front of her.
"I-I don't k-know anything," her body racks with sobs. "Go...f-fuck yourself Dark,"
A demonic laugh emits from my chest. I knew it...he would always tell me the same thing when he was alive.
"Markiboy lives inside that little head of yours doesn't he, princess?" I tap her temple harshly.
"Who the hell is Mark?" She snaps angrily like she has no clue what I'm talking about.
Anger starts to boil in my chest again. Playing dumb doesn't work with me, and I am not afraid to break her small body until she's no longer able to walk.
"Now, (y/n)...we're going to do this again" I grab her neck in my hand, her breath catching.
"What do you know?" I growl and release her.
"I know that I would never leave my family when they need me, when they're going through something that's unspeakable of...you're a piece of shit, Damien...you always were pitiful," her eyes turn the shade of brown I knew too well.
A knot grew in my stomach.
"You don't know shit," I snapped angrily and grabbed onto her neck harshly.
I could feel the breath leaving her, her body falling slightly limp in my hand. We could've been happy, made something better of everything.
"Damien stop!" I release her neck as I hear Wilford step behind me. "She doesn't know anything...both of them are gone she seen something in the house and she getting to you," I stepped away from her as everything seemed clear.
"I didn't see shit, Will. I know everything...how you stole your best friends girl and ran off with her," (y/n) laughed manically.
Wilford stood in front of her, he stood tall. Nothing seemed to bother him after the accident. I let him believe that it was an accident, everything changed after that day. Mark was our best friend since we were young.
"An accident, I swear it was...I wouldn't do anything to hurt them.." he was broken again.
The trauma came back to hit the both of us in the face. I stepped back until I was in the door frame, I looked at the woman that I brought here. It was all my fault. Everything always seemed to fall into my lap.
"You told her nothing would happen to her, do you lie to all of the women in your life, Damien?" (Y/n)'s voice was different, darker.
"That's why you had to kidnap me, isn't it? Don't have the balls to do anything for yourself,"
Then everything snapped into place in my mind. The anger rose again and my rage bloomed. I stomped into the room, passing Wilford who was kneeling in front of (y/n) almost in tears. I was subjecting to any torture, I hadn't in years. I won't kneel for anyone again.
"You wanna play big? Bring it, sweetheart..." I gripped tightly onto her face. "I can take you to the places you don't want to go,"
"What happened to my mayor? Huh? The one who was my big brother who would protect me?!?" Then I hear it, her voice. My sisters voice.
"Celine?"
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Not Your Toy (Darkiplier X Reader)
Fanfiction"I'm not your toy!!" my voice was hoarse from screaming. "Not my toy? Is that really what you think?! You're right!" Dark sat in front of me, kneeling. "A toy you can play with, you're everything to me. I can make you do anything I want, and you'll...
