Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Chap 24- Dead

AN- This is going to be a long, and gory chapter. So sit back and relax, and if you're squirmish, I recommend skipping this chapter. All you'll have to know is that Emmett will die in this chapter.

Emmett's POV-

In the corner of my eye, I can see a man watching me from behind. Only one color stood out, a very bright red. "What are you going to do to me?" I held in a snarl.

The man remained silent, as he walked past me to the bed and slammed a duffle bag down onto the mattress. The sound of metal clanked together within the bag when done so, and this left my mind wondering of all the possibilities of what is going to happen. He's going to kill me unless I don't try to escape. I looked around the room as the man kept his back to me.

The bathroom was facing me, and above the toilet was a window, one that looked like I could easily get through as a second option if he's blocking the front door. Now, all I need is something sharp to cut the rope. Maybe he has something in his duffel bag that I can use? I looked back to his direction and froze when I heard him slowly unzip the big bag.

I watched as the mysterious man pulled out a red cloth and laid it gently on the bed. He then proceeded to pull out different types of knives, a corkscrew, a potato peeler and a bunch more various object's. Each object caused my anxiety to grow heavier and heavier, a storm was practically brewing inside my head. With every object he pulled out of his bag, waves would crash harder against my skull. I couldn't help but watch in fear, and a massive headache overcame me.

The man turned around and flashed a violent smirk my way. He caught my stare with his own, and I was taken back by what I saw. Red, deep dark red. The same tone as blood, and hot, hot fire. I see death and a lot of it in his eyes. I sunk back into my seat, trying to be as far away from him as I possibly can. He knew I was scared, and he loved the fact that I was. After sending a threatening wink, he turned back to arranging his tools.

"W-who are you?" I hesitantly asked.

The guy paused, and let out a chuckle. He turned around only holding a metal nail in his hand. I eyed it as he began to speak, "I'm pretty sure you've heard of me, starts with D... Ends with K..."

"Your name is Dick?" I deadpanned.

"Of course that's where your mind goes to." Dick rolled his eyes.

He turned around and grabbed a hummer, then turned back to face me. "Think of the phrase "Dark did it"." He added.

"Dark did it..." I thought.

I thought back to the news, and all of the murders involved with that one and only phrase. Eleven women, and nine men... dead next to those three words. All of them, all found dead in a crappy, beaten down hotel room. Just like the room I was in right now...

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" Dark chimed.

"What are you going to do to me?" I growled.

Dark looked down to the hammer in his hand, and then back up at me. "I think you already know."

The smirk stayed on his face as if it was super glued, not once did it leave. He walked in front of me and bent down. He took the nail and gently placed it over the back of my hand. "Now Emmett, what I'm going to do to you is all up to you. I'm going to give you two choices, and you'll either choose option A or option B."

Dark moved the nail down to my knee, "You see this nail? I want you to choose where I put it, kneecap or hand."

I pulled back in utter disgust, as I looked at the man in front of me. "You've got to be fucking kidding me-" I began to rant.

"Choose or I'll choose," he calmly said as he tightens his grip on the hammer.

"Why the fuck would I want a nail in me? Why would you even want to-"

Before I had a chance to say anything else, Dark hammered the nail into my kneecap. I yelled out in pain, as I felt the bones split even more as he continued to hammer it down further. The pain was unbearable; I had no idea why I was still awake, it feels like I could pass out any minute now. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to muffle my scream, hot tears buttered from my eyes. "You fucking cunt." I gritted.

"Now, now, now... You had the opportunity to choose." He calmly chimed as he walked back to the bed.

I stayed quiet as I glared at him. He was playing with his tools, picking out the next object to use. Looking at my knee, I stared at the blood dripping down my leg. My entire leg at this moment felt like it was on fire. I still have no idea why I'm not passed out yet. Shouldn't I be passed out? I mean, if someone is in a lot of pain, wouldn't the body shut down so that the mind wouldn't have to go through that experience? I am in a lot of pain... Why am I not out cold?

Dark suddenly turned around, hiding something behind his back. "Forearm or cheek."

I looked up at him and sighed. "Forearm," I choked.

"Okay," he smiled, revealing the potato peeler from behind his back.

"WHat?! NO! NO! NO!" I screamed.

I jerked back in my seat, nearly knocking myself over in the chair. Swiftly though, Dark caught the chair before it had fallen, and slammed his hand down on the nail, causing it to sink further down into me. More blood gushed out of the wound and I let out another agonizing scream. My kneecap was officially broken into two, and if the nail were pushed any further, I would have a full, two-inch nail in me.

"Do that again, and I'll put it in your other knee as well," Dark warned.

I gulped, as I continued to bite down on my bottom lip. This seemed to be the only thing I can do to help distract myself from what was happening. Why is he torturing me? From what I recall, all of his other victims had quick deaths. A broken neck, broken skull, or just simply a slit throat. Why am I being treated specially?

Dark slowly brought the peeler up to my arm and paused. "Now, what I'm going to do, is going to hurt like hell. I'm just going to skin a bit of your flesh off, and this will all be over." He said, waiting for my response.

I looked away and bit down on my shirt, and Dark began to slice me open. I felt the cold air hit my muscles as he continued to peel. The gash stung and continued to grow as the peeler moved against me. I yelled out cuss words, and I tightened my grip on the armrest. Death would be so much better than this, "Why are you doing this?" I cried out.

This caused him to stop, and look up at me. I turned to face him as I had felt his gaze. He was deep in thought, nothing like torturing someone to get you to think about life. Note the sarcasm.

"I honestly don't know..." He whispered.

He stood up quietly, leaving the peeler. It wasn't until now that I saw the clump of skin hanging off of me. Blood was everywhere, and my arm was completely numb. "What the fuck are you doing? Get the fucking peeler off- out of me!" I shouted.

He ignored me as he walked to the bed, beginning to grab something from his duffel bag. "YOu said that after his, it'll be over! UNTIE ME NOW!" I added.

"Yes... it's over," Dark replied, completely uninterested in what I was saying.

Dark pulled out a pistol, and without hesitation, turned around and shot the gun. The last thing I've ever seen before complete and utter darkness was the end of that gun.

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