Bite {Markiplier X Reader}

T W E N T Y F O U R

*~oOo~*

i woke again and realised that the situation I was in last time was a lot less uncomfortable. My hands and legs weren't bound and I seemed to be lying on a comfortable bed. It was different to what I had experienced over the last years. Remembering my past experience I went to touch my nose, I flinched as it was still a bit sore. But it was bandaged and stitched, I rubbed it slightly feeling the lumps and bumps. Being too intrigued by the wound I hadn't realised that dark had walked into the room, I only noticed him when I felt the bed dip when he sat on it. I looked at him and quickly scurried back to the headboard pinning myself up against it.

"H u s h I ' m n o t g o i n g t o h u r t y o u . . . " he went to go stroke my cheek but I quickly slapped it away.

"Not going to hurt me?! You just fucking punched me in the face! I'm petrified! I'm locked in some madmans house who has just broken my nose and I'm trapped with no where to go! I-i...! I!" He was quiet and listened to me. This person was bipolar as fuck, one minuted punching me in the face the next saying he won't hurt me!

" I t w a s a m i s t a k e l a s t n i g h t , I t w o n t h a p p e n a g a i n " he spoke slowly, seeming genuinely remorseful but how the hell could I trust him?

"How can I trust your words?" He deeply sighed

" I w a s t h e o n e w h o f i x e d y o u r n o s e . . . I w o u l d ' v e l e f t I t I f I w a n t e d t o . " he's obviously some kind of sadist or machinist. But I decided to go along with his game for now. Maybe if I buttered him up enough he would trust me more then I may have a means of escape! Plan: done. I nodded,

"Ok... I believe you"

"I h o p e t o e a r n y o u r t r u s t a n d m i n e : y o u r s " he made me feel ill, the fact that he wanted to 'befriend' me. But something still chased my mind.

"You said to... um... mark.... That you needed me for something. Wh-what is that 'something'" he chuckled, and rubbed my bottom lip with his thumb. He disgusted me but I went along with it any-how.

" Y o u ' l l f i n d o u t s o o n d e a r . . ." he started to walk away and as he opened the door he spoke again.

" T h e s h o w e r i s o u t s i d e a n d d i r e c t l y t o t h e l e f t a n d t h e r e a r e f r e s h c l o t h e s I n y o u r b e d s i d e t a b l e , r a t h e r t h a n y o u r b l o o d i e d r a g s . "

"Hm, wonder who did that?" I mumbled sarcastically. He spun his head again and growled.

" A t t i t u d e ! . . . " I rolled my eyes at his treatment of me like some kind of primary school child. He slammed the door behind him and I flopped back onto the bed. He confused me so much, one minute he's acting like the devil himself then the next he's telling me he wants me to trust him! but I could not falter my attitude now otherwise he could see right through my plan. I checked the draw for the garments and there was some items.

Plain high waisted baby blue pants and a matching plain T-shirt bra both with a black waist band. (Around the top for the pants and the bottom for the bra). There was also a pair of faded blue mom jeans with distressed knee caps and a plain black short sleeve top with a red rose on the right breast bone.

"Typical... black" I rolled my eyes unfolding the items and placing them flat on the bed to prevent creasing. I was surprised he gave me something so modest, knowing his dark and teasing character. There was no towels in the room so I assumed there must be some in the bathroom. I headed to the room desperate to clean the dried blood from my neck and body and just generally feel fresh.

I wasn't going to take a hot shower for granted, neither was I wasn't going to take fresh clothes and a bed to my advantage either. I opened the door and took in my surroundings. The room wasn't filthy but there was a bit of dirt between the cracks but neither-the-less it was clean enough for me to be pleasantly surprised. A large towel and a slightly smaller one was hung on a rack.

There was a bath tub which looked a bit grubby but the shower looked perfectly clean, almost like it had been polished only a few hours ago. I turned on the shower and undressed while the water heated up. After stripping, I dipped my hand under the shower head and felt the water which was the perfect temperature. I stood underneath and let the water calm my shaking and stressed body.

There was a few bottles of bath stuff. Shampoo and conditioner for dry and damaged hair, I feel rather targeted but he was right. My hair was a state, knots and matts basically made up the anatomy of my hair. I couldn't of possibly got anymore liquid out of the bottles and I practically tore my scalp off scrubbing it. I let the conditioner sit as I reached for something that was a gift from god, a razor. I finished shaving and washing my body, making sure to also scrub my neck and chest from blood.

Finally rinsing the conditioner out. I walked out of the shower quickly wrapping a towel around me and my hair. I wiped the mirror clean from the condensation and took a good look at myself

"Jesus Christ..." I looked a MESS. Black circles under my eyes which almost made them look hollow. Cuts and abrasions on my cheeks, shoulders and collar bone, bruises and to top it all off that lovely broken nose dark gave me. I sighed deeply and headed back to the room to change. The clothes fitted and complimented me nicely. I dried my hair just by ferociously rubbing it with a towel then combing it with a wooden brush on the bedside table. There was also a black scrunchie which I tied my hair up with.

I walked out of the room in search of something more interesting than my grey bedroom and grubby bathroom. There was a stairwell to the right which I followed downwards. when I reached the bottom I sae Dark sat at a desk, writing something. There was also a kitchen with some wooden chairs around a table. He noticed my presence and briskly stood up, putting away the letter.

"Oh... (y/n)..." he was speaking quietly and hush again like when he pretended to be mark, only this time his expression was still just as blank.

"Dark" I said acknowledging him.

"Just out of interest how long had I been tied up to that chair, before I woke?"

"Two days" I know I slept like sleeping beauty but damn. I sat at the wooden table tucking my knees into my chest. Dark came and sat opposite.

"So..." he started, I snapped back at him snarling, rather angry he had kidnapped me and expected me to act like an obedient little thing.

"What?!" he snatched my wrist and dug his nails into my flesh.

" Y o u d o n ' t t a l k t o m e l i k e t h a t e v e r . " his nails dug so deep that he started to draw blood, it started oozing down my arm at a considerable pace. I hissed at the sore pain he was inflicting.

" D o n ' t e v e r t h i n k I w o n ' t h e s i t a t e t o h u r t y o u ( y / n ) . I c a n c a u s e y o u p a i n b e y o u n d y o u r i m a g i n a t i o n , d o n ' t t e s t m e . . . " he practically threw my arm back at me and I gripped my wrist so tightly my other hands knuckles were turning purple. Tears streamed down my eyes and I tried to get over the pain. Blood seeping through my fingers. I ran back up to the bathroom frantically rifling the cupboards for bandages and septic wipes.

I found some and sat on the toilet seat cleaning my bloodied wrist. The wipes hurt like fuck but I quickly cleaned the blood and tightly wrapped the bandage to prevent anymore blood from leaking. And then, I just started crying again.

"Im such a wimp..." I sobbed, resting my head on my knees. after a minute or two of letting my tears drain I went back into my bedroom sitting on the bed, stuck for what to do. I decided maybe just staying in here and ignoring dark would be the best thing I could possibly do. My plan wasn't exactly.. going to 'plan' at the moment. I kept letting my anger get in the way, I had to focus on my target. get close enough to dark so he trusts me. I lay down, thinking about all the wonderful times I shared with mark, I knew he would come to find me. I knew he would... he had to...

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