(Author's Note: Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all have an AMAZING 2019. Comment your New Year's resolution. Mine is to lose weight, get better at drawing, and improve my writing skills/ style! xoxo, Paige)
I eyed him cautiously as he paced back and forth, tapping his chin. He was thinking carefully. I could tell. Dark chuckled as he noticed my anxiety. "Why so scared, pet?" "I'm not your FUCKING pet," I said sharply. I watched his jaw and fists clench. "You are what I call you. You're mine, so I can call you what I want." I glared at him. "You. don't. Own me, asshole," I say, losing courage fast. He chuckled darkly, his voice deepening. "We'll see about that," He stated, looking down at me with a sadistic smile. I gulped and recoiled in fear. He undid the ropes tying me to the metal pole and gripped my wrists, pulling me out of the basement.
I tried to fight back as he dragged me into the guest bedroom and tied me to yet another chair. Dark flicked the TV on, and I could see Sean in the basement. He looked so...pitiful. I hated seeing my best friend in such a state. I had no clue what Dark's intentions were, so I stayed silent.
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His Princess~(Darkiplier x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a single 24 year old woman who lives by herself. She has always been good friends with the one and only Markiplier. But lately, he's been...off. More aggressive. Angry. Irritable. Obsessive. Can she survive his Dark obsession? "Did you mis...
