Hello darling~ (Darkiplier X Jacksepticeye)

~Chapter 7~

Jack whimpered as dark took steps closer. Each tap on the floor making his heart beat faster and faster. A evil smile was plastered to his face. Jack could only yell and cry in horror, pleading Dark to let him free, praying he will stop and let him go, anything. Of course... This is a demons home. A place of the sick, of the twisted, of the sadistic, and a place where Dark fit all the requirements. Jack's eyes stared at the knife Dark help in his right hand. Tears forming on his reddening eyes. He knew well what was coming. He knew so damn well that it would be painful. He also knew Dark would make it extra horrible with the other items he held in his left hand.

"Dark y-your crazy! Let m-me go!" Jack choked up what he could for words, Dark ignored him and sat on top of the smaller mans stomach.

"Now now Jack, let's make this easy for Master okay?" His smile grew wider. Jack whimpered and began to have tears flow down his cheeks when Dark quickly flipped him over. Now he was weighing down Jack's back, causing discomfort and slight pain in his spine. The irishman's eyes widened at the cold, sharp metal touch of the knife. It sat on his upper back. Jack sniffled and hitched his breath as shivers ran down his body.

"D-Dark dont hurt m-me please" He was shaking now, trying his hardest not to but failing. Anxiety of the knife on his naked back setting in fast. Then it was quiet. Slincle. Jack didn't dare start to cry and whimper with the heavy silence looming over him and Dark.

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Screams and laughter echoed as the sharp blade dug into Jack's skin. Wedged in at least a half inch deep. Heavy tears acted like waves, spilling into the bed sheets. Darks laughter never ending as he moved the blade around. Screams and cries for mercy always made him happy. How could they not? After a full 10 minutes of cries and shrieks, Dark removed the knife. Crimson painting it and almost all of Jack's back. The iron smell was like the smell of coffee in the morning. Delicious.

"Jack keep crying like a baby and I'll add those things to our fun" He pointed to the gag and vibroator. Although Jack couldn't see what he was pointing at or even see that he was pointing at all, he knew what Dark ment and whimpered. He sniffled and forced down his cries of pain, silent tears still streamed down though.

After some time of cleaning up Jacks back, he was finally able to see his torn skin. He looked into the mirror and froze...

"Dark's bitch"

It sent shivers down his spine. He began to cry but with Dark still in the bathroom with him, He earned a hard smack across the face.

"Stop crying. I made your back look beautiful" Jack whimpered, wiping away his salty tear. All he did was nod his head. He was scared to use his voice, thinking Dark might laugh if it comes out hoarse or broken. Dark couldn't help but smile wide at his work. He had claimed his prey. It truly was beautiful in his eyes. Even though his eyes see things much different from what a sane person would. Jack looked at Dark like he was a monster. Well...He WAS a monster. A demented demon, a bat shit crazy lunatic, the king of being mentally fucked up. That was him. 

Dark smiled at the look on Jack's face and spoke, "Now, how about you take a shower and I'll get clothes for you to wear, hm?" Dark's face seemed to be much more blank now, only the slight raise of an eyebrow to his expression. Jack knew what Dark wanted him to wear. At this point however, he didn't care, took off his pants and underwear and got in the shower. The stinging on his back hurt like hell. It was fine though. He was alone, he had the chance to think up a plan of escape. Soon, it came to him. What if he would Never speak against Dark, Never act against Dark, keep his head low, stay quiet. That was his plan. That's how he would seem trustworthy to Dark, so when he is trusted enough to go outside he can make a break for it...