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Your vision began to return to focus as the pain started to ebb away from your hips. Must have blacked out from the pain or the heat of the moment, either way you were now pushed onto the counter, two hands holding yours down to the cold countertop. Right, you mentally tell yourself, still stuck with this crazy guy who looks like Markiplier, but sure as hell was nowhere near as nice as Mark. Releasing your hands he went over to some of the cabinets, opening up one and pulling out a box on generic cereal, it was hard to tell which brand it was or what flavor it was since the box was so far away and had various rips and tears, and something that strangely looked like blood; or you at least hoped it was blood and not something worse. The man was quite the piece of work, you had to admit; his darker voice and his sickly pale skin made him quite the hellish creation, and his crimson eyes, oh how they burned into your own (e/c) eyes. A demon perhaps, or an incubus. He had all the pleasures of Mark, just unlike Mark, this… thing, seemed to not see it as love, but almost something else-- possessiveness almost.
“You seem distracted my pet,” His mocking tone floated into your ears, “If you are bored how about you find a way to entertain yourself.” Staring at him blankly, you internally roll your eyes mumbling to yourself, “I’m just hungry you damn bastard.” He must have heard what you mumbled, because an annoyed, but amused, sigh followed by a chuckle escaped his lips, “Oh?” He sauntered slowly over to you, causing your heart to start racing beating against the walls of your chest, “You want to eat?” His crimson eyes narrowed into slits, a growl rumbling from the back of his throat, “Listen here, pet,” Before a chance to react he pushed your upper body into the countertop, pressing his forearm against your chest, “You will learn to behave before you get food, especially since you have resorted to insults,” He pressed upon your chest more, causing you to wince in pain as the edge of the countertop started to dig into your back, trying not to cry out, “Watch your tongue pet, you don’t need it to be useful to me, but it would take out a bit of the fun later on…” His hand caressed your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb up and down it. The man was tender, yet deadly: one wrong move and you would wind up missing a couple parts. With a roll of his eyes he returned to the cereal box he had taken out previously and poured it into a bowl that had been sitting there since you entered the kitchen.
It was easy to tell you were starting to feel the effects of hunger; the last couple of hours consisted of being away from your house, getting visited by this freak, blacking out for a couple hours if not a day, then this moment and in not one instance did you get a major meal, just a couple snacks here and there on your time away from home: not enough to satisfy the hunger that was eating at your stomach. It frustrated you that you couldn’t freely eat when you wanted, and being called a pet was even worse.
“I can feel your desperation,” Dark mumbled through a mouthful of cereal, “It’s think in the air like smog,” He crunched on the cereal a couple times then swallowed, “Pitiful thing,” His crimson eyes watched you, a mock sorrowful gaze to them, “You haven’t even gone a couple days without food and you whine and moan.” His hand reached forward, touching the tips of your (h/c) hair, “How about I give you some food,” His finger pressed to your lips as he moved closer to your body, “After you do something for me.” What would he want you to do? At this point you were not at the stage of ‘I will do anything, even kill, for a klondike bar,’ but you were starting to feel dizzy from the hunger. The soft skin of his palm ran across your face, your eyes focusing in on the sick grin slipping across his face, “Beg, and I may consider giving you some food.”
“W-what?!” You could feel your face get hot with a mix of anger and being flustered. His gaze became colder as he sneered at your response, “Beg, or I will not give you food… It is simple as that my pet,” Tilting his head slightly to the side his free hand trailed down your side, starting at your shoulder then down to your hips, “Unless you would rather do something else, of course at the same level of begging.” In all honesty, you didn’t like the sound of either, “What is the other option?” You at least wanted to know your choices.
Dark moved so his head was next to yours, his lips close to your ear. He brushed his warm lips against the lobe of your ear, a purring sound coming from him, but not saying a single word. Both his hands slipped down to your hips, clasping them roughly, his nails brushing against the posterior end of your hips. His breath was cold against the skin of your neck, “The other thing is…” He paused, brushing his lips against your skin again, his hands moving closer to the inner-side of your thighs, his words falling off hips lips slowly, “Suck my dick~” You suddenly pull back at the words, “WHAT?!” This time your face was hot with embarrassment, shaking your head as you stepped back, “You want me to what?!” The sick grin was still painted on his face as he watched you, “Suck. My. Dick.” The words were separated, as if to make sure you heard each one. Taking another step back you covered part of your face with a hand, “I-I….” You couldn’t get a full sentence out as you fumbled over your words, “I…. I need to think about it!” You quickly spewed out some words, then proceeded to rush up the stairs, trying to hide your blushing face from Dark.
Slamming the door behind you, you take a moment to catch your breath. Was he serious? Did you really have to beg or… suck his dick for food? It took you a moment but a sick thought crossed your mind, what if he wasn’t going to give you actual food, especially if you sucked his dick? A shiver runs through your body at the thought. It was hard to tell how you felt about the idea. Touching your ear, you sigh to yourself, the thoughts in your head rushing at a million miles an hour. What were you going to do? Shifting in your spot, you decide to sit down on the bed as your legs started to ache and cry out in fatigue. As you sat down on the edge of the bed your mind began to calm, sleep pulling at your eyelids. Perhaps resting on it could give you a clear idea on what to do. The lack of light in the room caused your consciousness to barely notice that your eyes were closing, until you drifted off into sleep.
Once you drifted into sleep, the air around you became fresh, smelling of (f/s), something you always enjoyed smelling. As you listen in the darkness, you hear the soft sound of water crashing against a shore. Slowly you open your eyes, the calm blue sky greeting you as you opened up to the world around you. For once since you had met the demon that dawned the look of Mark, you felt relaxed. It was a nice feeling, just sitting in the warm sand, the waves barely touching your toes as it rose up and fell back. A few seconds, you enjoyed the warmth and the cool beach breeze, forgetting about the predicament you were in.
“(y/n)?” A voice interrupted your relaxation, causing you to jump up quickly from the sand, almost falling over right back where you were, “Woah, careful there.” The voice was so familiar to your ears, remembering back a couple of days.
“And I will see you, in the next video. Buh-bye!” Your eyes widened, turning around to the man you had wanted to see ever since the dark being took you from your home, “Mark!” You nearly squeak out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “Thank God it’s you!” He let out a laugh, hugging you back, “I would say who else would it be besides me, but I think you have met him already.” After a moment of hugging, he stared into your (e/c) eyes, “I hope he hasn’t done anything to hurt you the damned body snatcher.” He glanced up and down your body, making sure there were no bruises or cuts, “Good hasn’t hurt you. I don’t want him to hurt a single one of you guys,” His voice was overflowing with concern. Eventually he let out a sigh, releasing your shoulders. Mark paced on the sand for a couple seconds, your eyes never leaving him, “What are you doing here Mark?” Your lips curl into a frown, noticing that the man was much frailer than he looked on his videos, his normal upbeat personality was one of defeat, “I’ve lost control,” He sighed, looking back towards you, “I had a weak moment, and he took advantage of that. Now I’m stuck in this abyss of my own mind, but somehow I was able to link up with yours, most likely since he has found a way to link to yours as well.” His brown eyes were glowing with distress, his muscles tense, “I needed to talk to you, make sure you were alright. I cannot control what he does… I can barely even listen to what’s going out outside of my own mind.” Mark placed his hands on your shoulders, “Be careful, alright? I’ve never seen or heard of such a monster as him, and I don’t know how to beat him. You’ve got to get close to him, figure out his weakness, find a way to tell me it without him knowing, and I’ll make sure to set myself and you free.” Smiling slightly, he gently touched your cheek, “Good luck.” As he finished the last words, the world began to fade into darkness a voice breaching your dreams, “(y/n), wake up!”

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Your vision began to return to focus as the pain started to ebb away from your hips. Must have blacked out from the pain or the heat of the moment, either way you were now pushed onto the counter, two hands holding yours down to the cold countertop. Right, you mentally tell yourself, still stuck with this crazy guy who looks like Markiplier, but sure as hell was nowhere near as nice as Mark. Releasing your hands he went over to some of the cabinets, opening up one and pulling out a box on generic cereal, it was hard to tell which brand it was or what flavor it was since the box was so far away and had various rips and tears, and something that strangely looked like blood; or you at least hoped it was blood and not something worse. The man was quite the piece of work, you had to admit; his darker voice and his sickly pale skin made him quite the hellish creation, and his crimson eyes, oh how they burned into your own (e/c) eyes. A demon perhaps, or an incubus. He had all the pleasures of Mark, just unlike Mark, this… thing, seemed to not see it as love, but almost something else-- possessiveness almost.
“You seem distracted my pet,” His mocking tone floated into your ears, “If you are bored how about you find a way to entertain yourself.” Staring at him blankly, you internally roll your eyes mumbling to yourself, “I’m just hungry you damn bastard.” He must have heard what you mumbled, because an annoyed, but amused, sigh followed by a chuckle escaped his lips, “Oh?” He sauntered slowly over to you, causing your heart to start racing beating against the walls of your chest, “You want to eat?” His crimson eyes narrowed into slits, a growl rumbling from the back of his throat, “Listen here, pet,” Before a chance to react he pushed your upper body into the countertop, pressing his forearm against your chest, “You will learn to behave before you get food, especially since you have resorted to insults,” He pressed upon your chest more, causing you to wince in pain as the edge of the countertop started to dig into your back, trying not to cry out, “Watch your tongue pet, you don’t need it to be useful to me, but it would take out a bit of the fun later on…” His hand caressed your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb up and down it. The man was tender, yet deadly: one wrong move and you would wind up missing a couple parts. With a roll of his eyes he returned to the cereal box he had taken out previously and poured it into a bowl that had been sitting there since you entered the kitchen.
It was easy to tell you were starting to feel the effects of hunger; the last couple of hours consisted of being away from your house, getting visited by this freak, blacking out for a couple hours if not a day, then this moment and in not one instance did you get a major meal, just a couple snacks here and there on your time away from home: not enough to satisfy the hunger that was eating at your stomach. It frustrated you that you couldn’t freely eat when you wanted, and being called a pet was even worse.
“I can feel your desperation,” Dark mumbled through a mouthful of cereal, “It’s think in the air like smog,” He crunched on the cereal a couple times then swallowed, “Pitiful thing,” His crimson eyes watched you, a mock sorrowful gaze to them, “You haven’t even gone a couple days without food and you whine and moan.” His hand reached forward, touching the tips of your (h/c) hair, “How about I give you some food,” His finger pressed to your lips as he moved closer to your body, “After you do something for me.” What would he want you to do? At this point you were not at the stage of ‘I will do anything, even kill, for a klondike bar,’ but you were starting to feel dizzy from the hunger. The soft skin of his palm ran across your face, your eyes focusing in on the sick grin slipping across his face, “Beg, and I may consider giving you some food.”
“W-what?!” You could feel your face get hot with a mix of anger and being flustered. His gaze became colder as he sneered at your response, “Beg, or I will not give you food… It is simple as that my pet,” Tilting his head slightly to the side his free hand trailed down your side, starting at your shoulder then down to your hips, “Unless you would rather do something else, of course at the same level of begging.” In all honesty, you didn’t like the sound of either, “What is the other option?” You at least wanted to know your choices.
Dark moved so his head was next to yours, his lips close to your ear. He brushed his warm lips against the lobe of your ear, a purring sound coming from him, but not saying a single word. Both his hands slipped down to your hips, clasping them roughly, his nails brushing against the posterior end of your hips. His breath was cold against the skin of your neck, “The other thing is…” He paused, brushing his lips against your skin again, his hands moving closer to the inner-side of your thighs, his words falling off hips lips slowly, “Suck my dick~” You suddenly pull back at the words, “WHAT?!” This time your face was hot with embarrassment, shaking your head as you stepped back, “You want me to what?!” The sick grin was still painted on his face as he watched you, “Suck. My. Dick.” The words were separated, as if to make sure you heard each one. Taking another step back you covered part of your face with a hand, “I-I….” You couldn’t get a full sentence out as you fumbled over your words, “I…. I need to think about it!” You quickly spewed out some words, then proceeded to rush up the stairs, trying to hide your blushing face from Dark.
Slamming the door behind you, you take a moment to catch your breath. Was he serious? Did you really have to beg or… suck his dick for food? It took you a moment but a sick thought crossed your mind, what if he wasn’t going to give you actual food, especially if you sucked his dick? A shiver runs through your body at the thought. It was hard to tell how you felt about the idea. Touching your ear, you sigh to yourself, the thoughts in your head rushing at a million miles an hour. What were you going to do? Shifting in your spot, you decide to sit down on the bed as your legs started to ache and cry out in fatigue. As you sat down on the edge of the bed your mind began to calm, sleep pulling at your eyelids. Perhaps resting on it could give you a clear idea on what to do. The lack of light in the room caused your consciousness to barely notice that your eyes were closing, until you drifted off into sleep.
Once you drifted into sleep, the air around you became fresh, smelling of (f/s), something you always enjoyed smelling. As you listen in the darkness, you hear the soft sound of water crashing against a shore. Slowly you open your eyes, the calm blue sky greeting you as you opened up to the world around you. For once since you had met the demon that dawned the look of Mark, you felt relaxed. It was a nice feeling, just sitting in the warm sand, the waves barely touching your toes as it rose up and fell back. A few seconds, you enjoyed the warmth and the cool beach breeze, forgetting about the predicament you were in.
“(y/n)?” A voice interrupted your relaxation, causing you to jump up quickly from the sand, almost falling over right back where you were, “Woah, careful there.” The voice was so familiar to your ears, remembering back a couple of days.
“And I will see you, in the next video. Buh-bye!” Your eyes widened, turning around to the man you had wanted to see ever since the dark being took you from your home, “Mark!” You nearly squeak out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “Thank God it’s you!” He let out a laugh, hugging you back, “I would say who else would it be besides me, but I think you have met him already.” After a moment of hugging, he stared into your (e/c) eyes, “I hope he hasn’t done anything to hurt you the damned body snatcher.” He glanced up and down your body, making sure there were no bruises or cuts, “Good hasn’t hurt you. I don’t want him to hurt a single one of you guys,” His voice was overflowing with concern. Eventually he let out a sigh, releasing your shoulders. Mark paced on the sand for a couple seconds, your eyes never leaving him, “What are you doing here Mark?” Your lips curl into a frown, noticing that the man was much frailer than he looked on his videos, his normal upbeat personality was one of defeat, “I’ve lost control,” He sighed, looking back towards you, “I had a weak moment, and he took advantage of that. Now I’m stuck in this abyss of my own mind, but somehow I was able to link up with yours, most likely since he has found a way to link to yours as well.” His brown eyes were glowing with distress, his muscles tense, “I needed to talk to you, make sure you were alright. I cannot control what he does… I can barely even listen to what’s going out outside of my own mind.” Mark placed his hands on your shoulders, “Be careful, alright? I’ve never seen or heard of such a monster as him, and I don’t know how to beat him. You’ve got to get close to him, figure out his weakness, find a way to tell me it without him knowing, and I’ll make sure to set myself and you free.” Smiling slightly, he gently touched your cheek, “Good luck.” As he finished the last words, the world began to fade into darkness a voice breaching your dreams, “(y/n), wake up!”