Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Chap 16- Emmett

Dark let out a deep growl before he had stood up. Wiping his shirt, he straightened his posture and released a breath. His attention snapped onto me like a hunter would to his prey, and an intimidating smirk crept onto his face.

One step at a time, he came closer to me. Not only did this remind me of Emmett, but it had also reminded that Mark was gone... no one was here to help me if something happened. Freezing in place, I thought back to what had happened to me only a few weeks ago.

WARNING RAPE

" "Hey Babe, can you go pour me a cup of coffee? I have to get in the shower..." Emmett asked as he continued to grab a clean towel from the bathroom closet.

"Sure thing cutie." I giggled as I began to walk into the kitchen.

Three weeks and two days. That's how long I have gone without doing something stupid to get him mad at me. I think this could finally be it, we're getting better. No more bruises, no more yelling, heck, at this rate he'll probably let me talk to my mom by Christmas!

Humming to the tune of Wheels on the Bus, I began to make his coffee. I always have coffee already made in case of a situation like this. After pouring the coffee into a mug, I added creamer, and then I was done.

Emmett, of course, was still in the shower. Leaving his coffee mug on the counter, I went into his room. I had spent the night, and I had remembered that I had put some of my clothes in his dresser. Exchanging my dirty shirt, for a big, but comfortable T-shirt, I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't sleep with pants or shorts on, I had just worn my underwear. This lets me get the perfect view of my body. Most of my bruises were gone and had faded away. All but a set of two bruises remained...

"How did that get there?" I mumbled.

Looking closely, it had looked like someone grabbed both of my wrist's. Pressing down gently onto the five bruises with my right hand, I realized that they were still fresh as they had stung. Letting out a sigh, I thought about what could have caused this. It couldn't have been Emmett, he hasn't touched me in that way for three weeks...

Going at a blank, I searched for my pants. They weren't with my shirt, and I just couldn't seem to find them. Maybe they're in Emmett's side table?

Sitting on the bed, I opened the first drawer to see a bottle of pills. Grabbing the bottle, I read the label out loud. "Rohypnol..."

Ruffies... He has ruffies. I thought back to all the nights I had gone to sleep feeling exhausted and all the morning's waking up really sore. He couldn't have...

"What'd you say?"Emmett asked as he walked into the room only wearing a towel around his waist.

My head snapped to him, as I shoved the date rape drugs back into the drawer. "Nothing!" I squeaked.

"(Y/n)..." He growled, taking a step towards me.

He stared down at me, and I felt completely alone. No one was going to help me in this situation...

"Oh... I swear it's nothing! I umm, your coffees ready! Let me go get it..." I jumped to my feet, ignoring his powerful sneer.

Trying to run past him, he grabbed my waist and threw me onto the bed. I had screamed from the contact, and I had nearly bounced off the bed by how hard he threw me. Not even a second later, he had me pinned down. My hands were over my head, and it wasn't until then, that I knew how I got those bruises. Looking away from him, he moved one of his hands down my body to the middle of my thighs. I struggled to keep my legs closed as he tried to spread them. But... He overpowered me and quickly placed one of his knees in between them.

Leaning into my ear he cooed, "Now that you know, what's the point of using the drug?"

"Don't do this..." I begged, holding in a sob.

Caressing his face with the nook of my neck, he chuckled. And then in one quick motion, he tore my underwear off. Trying to take off his towel, I began to kick in different directions. Causing him to lose balance and to stumble backwards. I took this as a chance to run out of the room, and into the living room.

My chance of freedom was soon destroyed as he had tackled me down to the floor. Prospering my bottom up in the air, he quickly thrust into me. My face pushed into the floor, as my hands were being held behind my back in a tight grasp. My back was to him as he just... kept going and going.

Tears escaped my eyes, as he continued to use me as an object. I felt embarrassed and belittled. Why would he do this? I love him... Why is he treating me this way? "

WARNING OVER

Dark was now in front of me, and as if he read my mind, his gaze softened. Looking away, he pointed to the hallway and said, "The first room is yours..."