Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Chap 23- Soon to be dead (Part 3)

Emmett's POV-

Everywhere I went, I saw her/him. She/he was everywhere. She/he was in the back seat of my car, in every glass reflection, and she/he was in every shadow of every room. Why is she/he taunting me? Why won't she/he leave me alone?

The bell rung as I opened the convenient store's door, and the man standing behind the cash register glared at me. He was in his early twenties, and he had a pair of thick glasses. He had to of been over six feet tall, and he was built. I ignored him, as I kept looking over my shoulder. She was outside looking in through the window at me.

I rushed through the aisles, looking for five-hour energy. I needed something to keep me awake, I was too afraid that she/he would capture me there and do unspeakable things to me. I can't help but think if I'm not careful, something very bad will happen to me. Spotting the red bottle that I was searching for, I grabbed four and walked back to the register.

The guy eyed me as he rung up the energy drinks, "5.27." He snarled.

I slapped down six dollars and left with the bag of 20-hour energy. A sound of footsteps followed me as I walked out of the store, and then I felt a set of hands pull me into an alleyway. I was shoved against the wall, causing myself to grunt from the interaction and to drop the bag. In front of me stood the guy from behind the cash register.

"You're that dipshit Emmett." He urged.

"Yeah," I spat in his face.

"What about it?" I added.

The guy forced a smile as he then continued to punch me in the gut. Pain spread through my abdomen, and I felt myself starting to get mad. I clenched my fists, as the guy replied. "I knew (Y/n) you bastard, and I've heard about the things you've done to her/him."

The guy shoved me into the wall again, causing me to groan once more in pain. Only this time, he did it with much more force. With one last punch, he shoved me onto the ground. My back faced the wall as he continuously kicked me. Each kick came down harder and harder, and they never seemed to stop. "Is that all you got?" I forced a laugh.

The guy glared at me, and then bent down to grab my head. With his right hand, he pulled back his fist and he plummeted it down on my face. One after another, I felt my face sting and swell up. Then, before everything went black, behind the guy stood (Y/n).

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I slowly opened my eyes and flinched from a flashing white, piercing light. Rope restricted me from moving my arms and feet. I noticed that I was sitting in a wooden chair, and I was in a beaten down hotel room. To the left of me was a bed, and to the right of me was an old-style TV set with a fat back. In front of me, not only a few feet in front of me was the bathroom. I only assumed that the front door was behind me, after all, I couldn't see it anywhere else.

I started to jerk on my restraints but it was useless, the rope was too strong to break or untie. I knew I was asleep, and I knew that (Y/n) would pop up any minute now. I needed to get out of here, but how? A bowl of anxiety slowly began to form in the deepest part of my stomach. I began to wiggle my arms under the rope, trying to loosen up the itchy strands of rope.

The more I struggled, the more irritated my skin became. It didn't take that long from the rubbing to make myself bleed from the contact. This was useless, I need something sharp to cut myself free. I let out a sigh, but immediately tensed up when I heard the front door open behind me.

AN- I promise he dies in the next chap, lol