Trapped (DarkiplierXReader) CH2

You stood in one of the bathrooms tending to the cut, it was a lot longer than you realized, from you mid cheekbone to just above your collarbone, this will definitely scar.

You had some cold water running as you dabbed the wound with a washcloth you packed, at least its not going to need stitches.

You sighed as you rinsed the bloody cloth again, you looked up in the mirror and Dark was right behind you.

You yelped and quickly turned around, he gave you a confused look.

"I may be scary, but in not freaking Freddy Kreuger now." He stated sarcastically.

You huffed, "You appeared out of nowhere, how could I not freak out." You stated flatly.

You sighed, how could you get into such a mess by just wanting to be out from a monsoon?

You applied the gauze and tape and went back to your backpack, only to realize its missing.

You growled under your breath, and looked around, sneaky bastard took it.

And as if to answer your thoughts he appeared in a puff of black smoke.

"What the hell have you done with my stuff?" You snapped, even after nearly getting your face chopped in two you're still edgy.

Dark looked at you, "Why do you ask?" He asked in a cool manner, which should have been a warning to not open your mouth again, but in your irritation you missed it.

"I would like to have it back." You spat.

A fire seemed to wash over his already flaming amber eyes and in a blink he had his hand around your throat.

"You've found me, and I just can't let you go, if you want to be free just give the word and I will make your end quick." He snarled coldly.

He squeezed down on your throat and let go, you dropped to your knees as you gasped for air, he kneeled down in front of you and took your face in his hands.

"Which is it? Do you want to live or no?" He asked coolly.

You stared at him, he was definitely willing to kill you, and he didn't seem to have much regret at thinking that.

Which is absolutely terrifying.

"I want to live." You croaked.

"That's a good answer." He whispered as he ran a hand through your hand, "It would be a shame to kill someone such as you." He muttered.

You leaned against the fireplace and held your throat, "I told you before, you're to do as I say, and from here on out if you get testy I will have to use physical force, and I really don't wish to damage such a pretty face." He whispered as his fingertips brushed against your face.

His eyes seemed to glaze over and he kept whispering seemingly to himself.

"Such beauty..." He whispered.

He shook his head and seemed to snap back into reality, he drew his hand away and stood up, and walked outside.

Yep. Definitely psycho.

After sitting against the fireplace for five minutes you decided it was safe to get up again.

You looked around for your backpack, but concluded it must've been either upstairs or in the basement since those two doors were the only ones locked.

You walked into one of the bedrooms and sat down on the bed, it was far from soft and comfortable, but if you had to sleep in it it was better than the floor.

You heard muffled shouting coming from outside, you got up and ran into the living room as the front door opened, with Dark dragging someone by their hair.

He glared at you and pointed to the hallway behind you.

"You go into one of those rooms and don't come out until I say so, this doesn't concern you." He snapped.

The person he held struggled against his grip and he slammed their head against the fireplace, which, unfortunately for them, didn't immediately knock out their brains.

"I said go!" He roared and you ran back into the bedroom you walked out from and locked the door.

You laid on the bed with the pillow covering your ears as you tried to block out the screaming and wailing.

At some point you ended up falling asleep, you woke up to feeling a light touch on your shoulder and you nearly jumped through the wall.

It was Dark, with his shirt and face splattered with drying blood.

You just stared at him, at this point it was obvious whoever he had is in a bloody mess downstairs, or coyotes and vultures are having a feast outside.

"Why are you sleeping?" He asked.

"Does it look like I know? I probably passed out because I was blocking out the nightmare eminating from downstairs." You spat.

A flash of irritation washed over his face, but disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

"Well you're free to walk around now." He stated as he unlocked your door and walked away.

You leaned your head against the wall and rubbed your eyes.

What kind of hell has found you now?