Dog Teeth || Darkiplier and Jacksepticeye [Abuse and Smut]

Chapter Twelve

You're cold on the inside,
There's a dog in your heart

Jack swallowed hard. Felix' eyes were filled with terror, his body frozen with fear as he looked behind Jack, and the Irishman could only imagine what kind of horror was standing behind him.
A fist gripped brown hair and yanked Jack to the ground, a loud thud was heard as his back met the floor hard. He looked up and screamed as he stared at an absolute nightmare, cold eyes meeting his own.
"If you wanna play, I'll play with you," Something was more offsetting in Dark's voice than usual, it wasn't human-like. It was distorted and sharp, like the rest of him now, and he looked more like the fan-made persona that Mark edited into reality. Unfortunately, this was no computer-generated effect, this was an all-too real nightmare. And it was staring Jack right in the face.
"Talk, you worthless bitch!" He shouted, and Jack winced as he backed away, only to be met with a cold wall. He looked past Dark's messy figure to Felix, who was frozen with fear as he watched the two with bewildered eyes. Jack wasn't mad, he couldn't blame him.
Dark growled and leaned down, wrapping his hand around Jack's throat tightly, ripping his body away from the wall and slamming it onto the floor. A strangled groan passed Jack's lips as his eyes widened. Dark was going to kill him.
His blue eyes shifted over to Felix, whose eyes were watering as he was paralyzed with terror.
Jack's vision blurred as his nails scratched at Dark's arm, begging to be released. He was so close to the end, he was almost free from this horrific nightmare.
Air filled his lungs as Dark let up, and Jack's eyes welled with tears. "Why didn't you kill me?" He whispered, and Dark laughed, he laughed in Jack's face.
"Where's the fun in that?" He asks, and Felix gasps softly as he hears the sick and twisted works. "Bend over. Now." He demands, and his figure is so distorted and discolored that Jack doesn't even hesitate as he does. Dark drops to his knees behind the Irishman, and tugs down his sweats. Jack's head drops as he waits, and it finally comes. Dark tears into him without prep or warning, and Jack feels the will to fight back draining from his body.
He cries and whimpers in pain and discomfort as Dark slams in and out of him. He's not even remotely aroused as pain shoots up his spine with each thrust, a strained groan passing his lips.
Dark moans softly, "So fucking pretty crying like this," Dark praises, and Jack whines softly with disgust. Dark grabs a handful of Jack's brown hair and yanks his head back, turning to Felix. "Watch him. Watch the color drain from his face, watch the twitches of pain, watch him beg for me to stop. Watch him." Dark grabs Jack's hip in his free hand and pounds him hard and fast, and Jack screams in pain.
"I c-can't, please-" Dark smacks him hard, and yanks his hair harder,
"Shut up, whore." Jack wants to hide his face, he doesn't want Felix to see him like this. Yet, his head still turns and he looks at the blond with pleading eyes, but the Swede can only stare back with misty eyes.
Dark moans as Jack clenches around him in discomfort, and the repeating action of the victim sends Dark over the edge. He plants his hands on either side of Jack as he shudders and cums into the Irishman.
Felix watches as tears fall from Jack's eyes and his toes curl in pain, a strangled cry passing his chapped and faded lips.
Soft pleas passed them as well, as Dark pulls from him and stands, pulling his pants back up over himself and walking up the stairs without another word.
Jack can't move with the pain he's in, so he lays there, face-down and exposed to Felix as he sobs softly.
Felix shuffles from the couch and carefully pulls Jack's sweats back up to cover him, grabbing the Irishman and standing. He slips on shoes and leaves without another word, Jack whimpering in his arms as Felix carries him into the city. He's shocked Dark hadn't heard him, but the bastard was probably sound asleep already, completely satisfied and pleased with himself.
Felix carried Jack into the nicest hotel he could find, and set him on a couch. The lobby was empty aside from employees, which Felix was quite thankful for. Jack whimpered quietly and curled into himself, as Felix rushed over to the front counter and slammed down a considerable amount of cash. "We need a room for a few nights. One on the top floors, too, please." He said breathlessly,
"We usually don't accept cash, sir-"
"Its very important, please help us just for a little bit," Felix' voice held a worried and desperate tone, making the woman's face soften and she nodded. "Quickly, please.." He then adds at her expression. The woman nodded as she quickly began typing away on the desktop, and Felix whipped his head around, looking for any form of danger.
"Room 912, sir," She held out two cards for the room as she swept the cash from the counter, handing back the money she didn't need. Felix thanked her and took Jack back into his arms, hating the way the Irishman winced from just his touch.
Felix rushed to the elevator doors and made his way to the ninth floor, cradling and shushing Jack in the process.
The doors opened and the Swede shuffled down the hallway quietly, sighing with relief as he saw room '912', and he quickly swiped the card and the door clicked open.
He opened the door and shut it just as quickly behind him, locking it every way he could and turning on some lights.
He carried Jack to the bathroom, starting a hot bath for him and helping him undress.
"Do you want me to stay here with you? To help you wash up?" He offered, brushing brown strands from Jack's pained face. He nodded and Felix helped him into the tub, and Jack sighed and groaned with relief. The heat soothed the pain away, and it didn't take much time for Jack to sink into the tub. He leaned his head back against the tub wall, and a soft 'thank you' was heard, though barely.
"Here, Jack, let me help you.." Felix began wetting Jack's hair, and Jack leaned into the touch. This was probably the most cared-for he'd felt in almost two weeks.
Felix grabbed shampoo and began helping clean Jack, careful with his wounds and bruises, and his heard filled with both sadness and rage as he saw all of the wretched things Dark had done to him. He grit his teeth angrily as he rinsed the Irishman's skinny frame, and that was when Felix noticed how much more bony Jack was. He didn't say anything, though. He was sure Jack was already aware enough, he didn't need reminders.
Felix dried his body and wrapped him up in a clean and fluffy blanket, and Jack was out the second he hit the bed.
Felix already knew Jack hadn't been able to sleep without worry in weeks, or on an actual mattress. Felix turned on the TV quietly and let it play in the background, remembering when he visited the last time that Mark always had a TV on while they slept. Maybe it could bring comfort to Jack, just for a little bit.

Dark awoke at almost 11 P.M., and he trudged down the stairs to curse at the worthless people downstairs. They weren't there.
He rolled his eyes, he knew he'd probably be able to find them soon enough anyway. He walked back up the stairs and fell asleep once again, knowing he had some manipulation he needed to plan the next day to get his toy back.

Hi there!! I'm sorry I haven't been updating as much as I had hoped, I've been really busy with work and school, and my mental illnesses have really brought me down these past few days. But writing has been quite helpful, and you all seem to really enjoy the story!!
Thanks so much for reading, I'm so excited to write more of this for you all!
Thank you for your patience,
-Ash

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