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•Chapter 16 - ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ?•

Silence.
I shakingly backed away from him feeling unsafe around the man infront of me...

He tilted his head, "What is it, bunny? Are you scared of the fox?"

"N-No..." I whispered worriedly yet continued to back away from this beast... this bloodstained beast...

All of a sudden, I was attacked by his hand gripping my jaw. My heart jumped miles per hour faster than it should when he stared into my eyes...

Oh, those bloodthirsty eyes...

I felt like I was already dead....

"How dare you lie to me...." he whispered almost as if he wanted only me to be the one to hear that...
"... you fear me, and your acting is poor.... it's so poor it's actually upsetting me..."

He released a low pitched growl before he let go of my jaw and swiftly spun around to get back towards Anti...

The release of his grip slightly swung my head towards my left, and I felt slight pain in my neck...
I carefully looked back towards Dark...
Only so I could widen my eyes when I caught him dragging out a knife from one of the corpse's bodies.

Dark faced me with a look of rage in his soulless eyes....

He started to make his way towards me swiftly - and I could only start to panic and back away as I felt like I knew what he was about to do...

He continued however to come towards me - trying to corner me towards a damn wall but I managed to realise his move right in time...

Instead of hitting a wall - to his expectancy, I made a run towards a different door...

The door to get me out of all of this...
Dark.
Anti.
Murder.
Blood.
.... this house.

I made a run for it - almost tripping against everything - even air.

I was in so much panic - I didn't even realise how tears started streaming down my face - however, it never stopped me from reaching that stupid door.

I gripped the handle....

Hearing footsteps march behind me at almost a rapid place. Like a fucking timer - screaming for me that danger is coming.

Darkiplier is coming.

Fuck it.

I swung the handle downwards...

It does not budge.

It's stuck.

It's jammed.

It's- "locked."

I turned around quickly when I heard Dark's voice behind me.

That man was standing there in his fancy suit with his hands behind his back, most probably holding that bloody knife.
His face emotionless.

"Come on. Come here." He said casually, slightly waving his head towards himself.

I did not budge.

No matter how encouraging and trustworthy he seemed, I did not budge.

I knew that knife was behind him.

In his murderous grip.

Silence.

I stare at him with my hand lightly placed on the doorknob, still.