I Own You (Darkiplier X Neko! Reader)

You Win

Dark's POV
I smile as I hold down Sams broken fingers. 'Wait What am I doing?' I look down at Sams bruised and broken fingers. I set down the butcher knife. Then pick up what I really need... a small rusty pocket knife. I place the small knife under one of Sams fingers, he screams and begs for mercy.

"This might hurt a bit!" I say with an insane laugh and rip off each of his finger nails, with each nail ripped off he would give a blood curdling scream. I smile as I lift up his shirt. I press down the knife and hear him sob for Anti.

I carve each letter as deep and as slowly as I can. I finish and look down at my work. Traitor was forever carved into his skin. His screams where enough to tell me he was sorry, but if you break a plate and say sorry does it put itself bad together? No it doesn't so!

"Now on to the final stages of tonight's lesson! And just so you know you should STOP screaming if you want this to stop! Maybe if you bit down on your tongue it will help!" I cackle. I put down the pocket knife and pick up the butcher knife. I show it to him and then I grab his thumb. I smile as I slowly apply pressure to the top of the butcher knife making it chop through his thumb. He screams but quickly closes his mouth.

Time Skip
Dark cuts off his fingers and toes. 

"P-PLEASE DARK S-STOP!! PLEASE!!" He wails, but now it's just getting annoying.

"Maybe if I cut out your tongue myself then you'll stop screaming... or maybe you'll choke on your own blood! I guess we'll see!" I state cheerfully as I sit the bloody butcher knife down. I look around, but I just can't find the proper knife... all well I guess I'll just have to improvise! I grab the camps and walk over to Sam. His tears were flowing freely down his face.

"Open wide!" I say with a smirk. He shakes his head. I sigh and go grab a wood burner and turn it on. "You either open WIDE OR I stick this wood burner in your empty eye socket!" I cautioned.

He instantly opened his mouth. "Good choice" I giggled as I turned it off and put it back on the table. I use the clamps to hold his tongue in place.

"Now listen I'm actually going easy on you this time! I was going to use the wood burner to burn your tongue off, but then I thought to myself what if I get you to do it for me!" I laughed. His eye looked at me horrified! I grab the top of his head and bring it down on his clamped tongue. He try's to scream, but it comes out as a gurgle. 'I guess that counts... DAMIT! He-He he did it!!! HE ACTUALLY DID IT!!!' I pull out his tongue and undo the restraints.

"Looks like you did it..." I admit with a dark tone as I help him up. He spills blood all over him self as I lift him up. He looks down and sobs. I pat his back and use my magic to make the metal table he was on into a hospital bed. I hand him the remote that controls the up and down of the bed and then I poof back the apartment only to get tackled.