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The Scream Behind The Screen {Markiplier X Abused Reader} [First Draft]

The Scream Behind The Screen {Markiplier X Abused Reader} [First Draft]

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"Please! Please just remember me! Look in my eyes and tell me you remember!" "She was a good sister." "I didn't get a chance to actually meet you. This is our first official meeting where you are safe." "He cut me off from the world, Mark! From YOU, Mark!" "I can't make any promises that she'll get better... It isn't looking good." "How do you feel about me?" "What's medicine for you is poison for her!" "I was supposed to protect her!" "I wish I had a best friend like that..." "Jack. I really need you to accept this as a promise. You have to. Please..." "If I knew what he did, he wouldn't have lived!" "You got to stop living in the past." "He hit me with a pipe. He kicked me. He hurt me and attempted my murder. Yet, he kept me alive to do it all again." "So? What if I can't change anything from yesterday? I learned. Now, tomorrow will be a different story." "Why are you suppressing everything? Acting like nothing ever happened... That's not okay." "Yeah, maybe I'm not smart. Hell, I'm pretty stupid. You still can't lie to me. Wake up and remind yourself what I experienced won't go away!" "I may be fixed, but you could see all the scars... Everyone can see I was broken. And they know I won't be the same again. But they don't matter. I need you to accept me... If you can't, then..." Mark didn't know. No one did. WARNING: |self harm |domestic abuse |Suicide |Rape |smut (eventually)(Maybe) |serious violence |flying pigs |religion mentioned (background character) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Or triggered... It's all on you. (All art, that I do not claim, are not mine and go to their respective owners) (Requested story by a good friend. I OWE YOU NOTHING AFTER THIS XD)
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"𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬?" He rasps, voice low and sensual as he stares down at me. I look up at him, unable to keep the fear off my face. "Maybe?" I squeak. He sighs. "Guess I'm going to have to fuck them out of you, yeah?" Shivering, I take two steps back, creating space that he easily eats up. "That won't be necessary." He hums, considering my words before drawling, "Too bad, did you forget what I said earlier? I. Don't. Fucking. Care." Stepping in between my legs, he tilts my chin up, forcing me to look at him. "So many bad thoughts," he mutters. "Once I start with you, I won't stop until I finish, and you better pray to God and hope that I don't break you." "Too late for that, I'm already broken," I reply. He growls, hand flying to my throat. My back digs into the wall. "Lets start with that thought." .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐗 promised herself she wouldn't fall for him. Her thirteen-year-old self had refused to accept it, convinced she could never like him-let alone love him. After two years of hating him, fifteen-year-old Immy has bigger problems than a stupid golden-boy, or so she tells herself. 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐎 never wanted to hate her. One touch, and he was addicted-she became his inevitable downfall. Better to make her hate him now, before it was too late. How could he control himself when he never had any control to begin with? The moment he saw her, it was gone-vanished, irretrievable-and he never got it back. "𝐉𝐢𝐮 𝐣𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥-𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭." 𝐓𝐖: 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 + 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝟏𝟒+)

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