Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Chap 26- Pancakes?

(t/o/b)- Type of bacon, like chewy or crunchy, etc.

(Y/n) POV-

I woke up to the smell of pancakes... eggs, and... bacon? I sat up in the bed and noticed a note on the left side table. After removing the covers on top of me, I grabbed the little piece of paper and read it out loud. "There are clothes in the closet. Change, and then come to eat break feast."

Doing as I was told, I went to the closet and opened the door. To my amazement, the closet was full of overly sized t-shirts, and a few pairs of jeans my size. The jeans were new, but the shirts obviously belonged to a man. On the back of the closet door, was a body length mirror. I grabbed a simple, black shirt and a pair of jeans, and I quickly got dressed.

I glanced at myself in the mirror and saw that the jeans fitted perfectly. Of course, the shirt was a little bit too big for me, but it didn't matter because it was comfortable. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I walked out of the room.

The smell of eggs cooking on the stove lead me into the kitchen. There I saw either Mark or Dark at the stove cooking. "Good morning," I said, as I awkwardly began to rub my arm.

I felt so weird just standing there, I didn't know what to do. Well... there is something that I want to do. I wanted to stuff my face with pancakes. The only thing I've ever eaten since I've been here is Sour Patch Kids. Also, those pancakes were the fluffiest pancakes I've ever seen.

The man turned around to look at me, and I noticed his red eyes. Immediately, I took a step back out of fear. Eating can wait...

"Wait! Please don't leave!" Dark hurried, stopping me from running back into my room.

Dark paused, and then quickly composed himself. "(Y/n), would you eat break feast with me?" He asked.

Dark gestured to the plates of pancakes, eggs, and bacon on the counter, and then to the dining table to the left of us. He seemed sincere, but that could just be a ruse. Yet again, he is my kidnapper and I should do what he says.

Hesitantly, I sat down at the dining table. Dark smiled widely and turned around to make me a plate. He slightly had a little dance in his step, and his smile did not leave his face. He was genially happy this morning, but for what reason?

"Ummm... Thank you for the clothes."

While putting two pancakes on a plate, Dark turned to look at me. "I figured you'd be needing new clothes. I apologize for not getting you any shirts, but I figured the ones that we have here should be fine. After all, Mark won't be using them." He replied.

"Mark?" I thought.

I'm wearing Marks shirt? Does that mean I'm staying in Marks room? I just simply nodded, as I stared down at the table.

"Here," Dark placed a plate in front of me.

The food looked delicious, especially since I haven't eaten a real meal for the last three day's. But anyways, the food looked amazing. I'm drooling just from looking at it. Two really fluffy pancakes with melted butter and syrup, scrambled eggs, and three pieces of (t/o/b) bacon.

"Go on, dig in!" Dark cooed as he handed me a fork.

When I say I dug in, I actually dug into the plate. You know that scene from Ratatouille, the one where they were eating grapes and bread, and when they closed their eyes and they saw colors? Well... I didn't give the food enough time to sprout color. I was downing everything because it wasn't until now that I realized I was starving.

I paused when I heard Dark let out a soft chuckle. I looked up at him with a mouth full of pancakes. He looked at me adoringly, and because of this, I blushed. I swallowed the food in my mouth and simply asked, "What?"

He let out another chuckle and slowly nodded his head no. "Nothing."

I watched as Dark sat down in the seat nearest to me, and said, "I can't let you go. And I'm... I'm sorry if that makes you upset. But, I will do anything else besides letting you go to make your stay with me pleasurable."

I looked at him in silence.

Won't let me go?

Why?