Devil In Disguise [Darkiplier x Reader]

Chapter Nineteen: Fear

"I told you not to involve friends." He snarled, your door and closet (where Wilford hid) slamming shut of its own volition. All three of them screamed out in pain, followed by three synchronized thuds. Fuck. "You stupid little child."

Mask lunged at you, putting one hand over your mouth and his other arm wrapped around your torso from behind.

"Let's go somewhere private." He whispered in your ear before teleporting you two away. A cold, numbing feeling traveled through your body as you appeared in a bare, but new apartment. Mask drew you closer to him so that your back was flush against his chest. "What do we have here?"

He grabbed your forearm with the hand that was covering your mouth. He tore the watch from your wrist and crushed it in his bare hand, the crumbled, broken pieces falling to the ground like a squirrel falling from a tree. Your eyes widened at the realization that now the gang had no idea where you were and you were stuck here. With him.

"Never did like that watch." He stated, finally letting go of you. You turned around to face him, noting that now he looked more like Dark in hair style and dress, but without the eyeliner.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, your voice shaking from fear. Goddamnit why was he so spooky?

"I thought you weren't afraid of me." He laughed, taking slow steps toward you as you backed away, clearly taunting you. "You're due for a punishment."

"What?" You muttered, glancing around for any available weapon to use for self defense (or murdering). The best that you could both see and access was a lamp on the side table. Whatever, it was better than a spoon. "Why?"

"You think you can backtalk me the way you did without consequences, darling?" He titled his head with a smile of disbelief. "Oh no, that certainly will not do."

"I think you're being a little sensitive." You replied, inching closer to the lamp with the intent of hitting him with it. Maybe even knocking him out.

"yOu dOn't KNoW whAt I aM!" He screamed, his voice becoming unstable with rage. As he launched himself at you for the second time in the last five minutes, you smashed the lamp over his head. "yOU LiTtle BitCH!"

He made grabby hands at you as you ran past him, sprinting as fast as your legs would allow to the front door. It was so close, all you had to do was get your hands on the knob and run.

"YoU CaN'T rUn frOM mE." He roared from behind, grabbing you by your hair and throwing you to the ground. He swung his foot back and kicked you in the face, knocking you unconscious.

You awoke in a panic, still in the thought process of being chased by Mask. As you tried to bolt, you found that you were strapped to a metal chair, sitting in a plain white room by yourself. Your nose ached with pain and you tasted blood in your mouth. Why did he have to kick you? That was so extra.

"You're awake." Mask appeared in the room with a black cut on the side of his head, a feeling of pride filling your chest when you saw it. At least you weren't the only injured one. He wore a black dress-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black dress pants. You could tell he was still angry just by his body language.

"Dark, I know you're in there." You didn't care in any way how cliche what you said was. You just wanted your love back and you would do anything to save him. No matter how angry you were with him or what you did with Jack, you still loved him at the end of the day. "Please, come back to me."

"Oh he is in here." Mask laughed, sauntering over towards you as he placed his hands on your wrists. He leaned his face right next to yours, his brown eyes peering dangerously into your own. "He's begging me to spare you from what I'm about to do, but I don't think you deserve my mercy."

"I'm sorry." You ducked your head down in attempts to hide the growing smile on your lips.

"I bet you-"

"That you're such a fucking pussy." You glanced up at him with a confident smirk, revelling in the anger that you were creating within him. "And uncreative too. A chair, really? I thought I'd be at least good enough for a table."

"You insolent-" He clenched his teeth before standing up straight, but stopped himself before he did anything to you. He let out a low chuckle before grabbing your chin in his hand. "It would be wise for you to watch your mouth or we just might find out who the real cocksucker is."

He wouldn't do that, would he? You hoped he was bluffing or you would be having a really really bad time. His threat alone was enough to shut you up for the time being.

"But perhaps a table would be better suited for our... activites." He purred suggestively before snapping, which caused the lights to go out and the room to be shrouded in complete darkness. When they turned back on, a metal examination table appeared in front of you with open wrist and ankle straps. The restraints on your chair disappeared and you immediately jumped up. "If you run, I will catch you and you will not like the things I'll do to you."

You reluctantly stayed in your spot because you had an idea of what he was threatening to do and you simply couldn't beat him alone. He was too fast, too strong, and literally had supernatural abilities.

"Good. Now get on the table." And so you did. He strapped your wrists and ankles in as you laid there limply at his mercy. You wondered if Wilford or Mark would ever find you in this place. You hoped so since you couldn't even imagine spending the rest of your life with this asshole in Dark's body.

"You're so unhappy." He said with a frown as he brushed some of your hair away from your face. "Why don't you smile more?"

"Well, you did kidnap me and threaten to kill my friends." You muttered, watching if his expression changed at all. It didn't. "And you took the person I loved away from me."

His irises turned a familiar black for a second before changing back to brown once more. So maybe you did have a chance of reaching him.

"But he hurt you!" Mask growled, slamming his hand down on the side of the table next to you, making you jump slightly.

"That's what happens in relationships sometimes." You mumbled with a somber expression. "It's my fault anyways. I shouldn't have lied to him. I know how hard it is for him to trust people and I fucked that up."

"(Y/N), it was my fault as well." Dark's voice came from Mask before Mask shoved him back down once more.

"Shut up." He pointed at you before turning his back on you for a second.

"Dark, I'm sorry I called you a monster!" Mask held his head in pain as he doubled over. "You are anything but that. He's the real monster!"

He let out a cry before whipping around to face you. His teeth were bared and his fingers were pointed into black tips.

"I told you to shut up." He growled before jumping on the table and straddling you. "But you diDn'T fUCkiNG lisTEn."

He crashed his lips onto yours aggressively, his nose jamming into the side of your face while he shoved his tongue in your mouth. One of his hands grabbed at your chest while the other began to unbuckle your pants. No, this can't be happening, he can't fucking do this. Not now, not ever. Please don't let him do this.

"Please don't." You said weakly when he pulled back with a sadistic smile. His eyes faded to black and his pressed his lips back onto yours. You felt a familiar burning coming up your throat and at that moment you realized exactly what he was doing. He was going to take your soul again, but for whatever reason he stopped.

"No, this isn't right." He said, as he continued to hover over you. "BuT iT's miNE tO tAKe."

Was he arguing with himself?

"We had a deal!" That was definitely Dark. "Take her soul and I take my body back."

"fiNe." Mask stated as he slowly pushed up your shirt to reveal your breasts. His lips split into a wolfish grin that showed way too many teeth. "I'll just take her body instead."