Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Chap 14- It's okay, you're safe now

"This guy is insane, " I thought as I heard a sudden crash.

Burying my head further into my knees, tears continued to escape from my eyes. I thought back to the moment I first met him. He was kind and funny. But now, his voice is somehow deeper and more dominant. Then, I had no idea that meeting him would have resorted to this... being kidnapped.

It's strange how differently he acted. He was a full goofball at the bar, just an enjoyable, gleeful person. And now he's completely different. Of course, I only did hang out with him for a couple of hours, but still, I could tell that there was a drastic change in his personality. He's different...

"What could've happened?" I thought.

I guess it shouldn't matter now... He's my kidnapper, and if I can, I need to find a way to escape before something bad happens to me. Maybe there's another exit besides the front door? If you can even say that that door is an exit.

Hearing something made out of glass break, the sound of a whine followed. He was in pain... And I-I could feel it. Looking up from my knees, I felt a stinging sensation in my palm. Reaching my hand out, blood trailed down my arm. I'm bleeding... actually bleeding.

"What the hell..." I mumbled.

Gently touching the blood, checking to see if it was real, Mark fell down to the floor in front of me clutching his hand.

"(Y/n) are you-" Mark began but quickly stopped when I snapped my head towards him.

"NO IM NOT!" I yelled.

Jerking back as if he was a hurt puppy, he let out a sad sigh looking towards the ground.

You've got to be kidding me. Why does he look so sad?! And there he goes again, looking like the adorable guy I met at the bar. He has to be crazy. Maybe he has a personality disorder or something?

"I'll take you home." He whispered, beginning to back away from me.

"Wait, what about this?! What did you do to me after you got me drunk?!" I said, flashing him my arm forgetting about the cut on my hand.

"Oh, my god! (Y/n) you're bleeding!" He gasped, pulling me from behind the couch to onto the couch.

It was obvious that he saw the mark on my arm, but why is he avoiding it? A better question though is how did I get a cut on my hand? Looking around I see that there was shattered glass on the floor and that there was blood on a few of the pieces. I did not break anything made out of glass. Looking to Marks' hand, I noticed that he had the same gash on his right hand.

Mark stared down contently at my hand and then ran into the kitchen. I couldn't help but watch him, and get butterflies in my stomach as he seemed to be trying to help me. Coming back, he knelt down in front of me and looked up at me for consent. Nodding at him, he gently picked up my hand and began to wrap it. Why is he being so kind to me?

Quickly, he had finished tending to my wound and began to walk away. But before he had the chance to, without thinking, I grabbed his wrist and said, "Your hand is bleeding as well."

Pulling him to sit next to me, I did the same as he did to me.

Woah.

Wait.

WHAT!

WHY DID I DO THAT?!

I did that without even thinking! I wanted to do that. Why did I want to do that?! HE IS MY KIDNAPPER! I SHOULD NOT BE HELPING HIM!

Jerking my hands away, confusion filled my face. Mark, seeing my struggle, frowned. Scooting closer to me, he grabbed my wrist and showed me the mark.

"This is the Mark of the Alters...it is Dark's mark. The mark is used to claim someone. So it-" Mark said.

"You claimed me?!" I interrupted.

"No, he did!" Mark said, pulling back in a defensive position.

"Who then? Who could it possibly be?!"