My Darkiplier

The King's Pet

A/N: Despite what you may assume from the title, this story contains no mature content BUT it does mention subjects like rape and violence that some may find upsetting.
Reader Discretion is advised.

Run...

That's all I could think to myself as I sprinted past trees and gigantic boulders.

Run...

It was all I could do as I ignored the shouts of abuse and threats coming from behind me.

Run...

I had to escape. My life depended on it...

Around 2 years ago, I was taken away from my home by a creed that was run by a deranged man named Daryl.

He was the son of a radical preacher who had tried to make everyone rise against a village of demons who had taken up residence in an abandoned field that I knew used to be heavily isolated.

Daryl's father claimed they were beasts from hell sent to terrorize and wreak havoc upon us and did everything in his power to strike them down.

But he was wrong.

The demons didn't even do anything remotely bad. All they did was build a village and a palace in a place that hadn't received any human contact in who-knows-how-long. Nobody even cared that they had made a home for themselves on earth.

Though that didn't stop Daryl from using his father's influence for his gain.

He convinced a small group of men his age to join him to create a group of vigilantes towards the demon village, brainwashing them into thinking that they would be seen as heroes once they banished the monsters.

And what was my role in this insane ordeal?

I didn't have one.

I was just a toy for them to play with when they weren't plotting ideas on how to take down the Demon King.

Daryl picked me because he knew nobody would miss me as I lived alone in a small town with no family to speak of.

He was insane...

Vicious...

A psychopath...

He was the monster.

I was beaten, starved, and raped weekly, but whenever I resisted, the torture only doubled.

Daryl took delight in making me see the end of his belt or the back of his hand. He loved it when he had me naked and violated. He took pleasure in watching me beg for mercy.

It was a miracle I was able to stay alive for this long.

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"(Y/N)!" Daryl's bellow echoed amongst the trees. "Every step you take is one strike from my belt! Give up now and I might go easy on you!"

Even he knew that I wasn't going to listen.

In the past, I had barely managed to make it through the front door of his headquarters. This time, if I had to guess, I was 2 miles away from the place that was absolute hell. I couldn't give up now.

I stopped for breath momentarily, crouching behind another large rock before continuing, spurred on by the angry voices becoming clearer as they neared.