*Your POV*
It was just another day really. The sun was out scorching the lands of L.A., the neighbors were out for work and you and Mark were having a bit of a lazy day.
He had gotten through his videos early and was going to disconnect for a while to just hang out and you didn't mind-you loved spending time with him whenever you could. He was a busy man after all.
You wiggled a bit closer to the man and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around you as people screamed on the TV. "Love you…" he muttered softly.
You smiled. "Love you too~"
"Love you more."
"Love you most."
He huffed and pouted. "Damn, you got there first."
You giggled and stuck out your tongue playfully before snuggling close to him.
You and Mark had been together for some time. About...6 months now that you think about it. You two had met at a bar where your friends were drinking and, since you didn't really feel like drinking, you sat out on the ordeal. When your friends left to go dance on the dance floor, Mark came by next to you and ordered a coke.
You two had some casual conversation at first and you found out he was in a similar predicament buuuuut, he couldn't drink. Otherwise he'd die-literally. Something about it not digesting in his system correctly.
Eventually you two began talking more and were even laughing the night away. You enjoyed his presence and he enjoyed yours so you exchanged numbers. A couple of dates later and you two had hit it off! And you never looked back!
….
Well, that is, until today.
Neither of you two could tell what-or rather who-was coming. You two thought you were perfectly safe and happy in his home...but…
The nightmare was only just about to begin.
You yawned sleepily and closed your eyes. He chuckled softly and gazed down to you. "Tired?"
You nodded softly.
He smiled and then picked you up-bridal style. "Come on-you're not driving home like that."
He yawned some and you looked up to him. "You're not driving either love."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not that-" he yawned a little more "-tired."
You shook your head and just held onto him. "Could I just sleep over?"
He smiled and nodded, carrying you upstairs with him. He opened the guest bedroom and laid you on the bed. He was about to leave but you said, "Wait."
He paused and looked over to you. You made grabby hands at him and pouted a little. He rolled his eyes and laid down next to you, placing his glasses to the side and holding you close. "Spoiled…" he muttered.
"I think it's called 'lovingly inclined,'" you countered, snuggling closer to him.
"Suuuuure." You both giggled a little and fell asleep.
*Time Skip!*
*A couple of hours later*
"BAM!"
You both jolted awake, startled by the sudden noise. "What was that?" you asked tiredly, rubbing your eyes.
"Not sure…" He grabbed his glasses and then a bat from the closet. "Stay here." He left the room.
There was silence for a long time. Then, you began to hear struggling. In a fit of bravery you ran out of the room and down the stairs. OF COURSE WITHOUT A WEAPON! YOU CAN BEAT 'EM WITH YOUR FISTS!
WHAT? THE LOGIC IS PERFECTLY JUSTIFIABLE-FIGHT ME-
When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you saw Mark and another man going at each other in the dark. The man punched at Mark harshly and as Mark raised the bat to hit him, the man took the bat and threw it against the opposite wall. Then, the man grabbed Mark by his neck and threw him against the other wall like a twig. A 28 year old man thrown. Like a twig. Oh, and what were you doing?
You were frozen in fear by the stairs, watching everything go down but not reacting. You thought you could team up with your boyfriend and knock that guy out but nope-your boyfriend was now lumped against a wall having been thrown-like a twig. A FRICKIN TWIG-
As the man straightened up, you finally gained back your limbs and made a dash for the door. But that's when your feet decided to fumble on themselves and you bumped into the wall, alerting the man of your presence.
As he turned, you ran towards the door. But, when you got there, you found he had somehow formed in front of you-no, ran in front of you-how could he just appear-
He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto his chest. You struggled and were about to yell but then he moved one of his hands and hit a nerve-...
*Time Skip*
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You shot up and took in a sharp intake of air. You looked around, freaking out. You were in a bed you didn't recognize that was doused in an intimate red. The covers even felt like silk but this wasn't the time to think about that!
'Wh-Where-where am I?!' you thought to yourself, shaking. You quickly jumped out of the bed and looked around, making your way to the door.
You exited the room and made your way down the stairs quietly, not sure if that man from earlier was still around or not. How could you have been so stupid? You should've just called the police after Mark had gone downstairs! What were you thinking?!
You looked around and tried the front door but it wouldn't budge. 'Don't doors usually lock from the inside?' You shook your head and tried to look for a way out the back. You eventually found yourself in the kitchen but as you were going to go further, you heard the front door being opened. You quickly dove into a cabinet and closed the door behind you, trying to slow your breathing that threatened to spike.
You heard him close the door and begin walking toward the kitchen. You could hear the crackling of plastic bags as he walked in and placed them on the counters. You saw him pause in front of your cabinet and you held your breath. 'Please go...please go...Don't check…' He lingered for a little longer before you saw him move away and you breathed again. Then, it went silent for some time and you thought you were safe to go.
You slowly opened up the cabinet and when you stepped out, you could see that the window was open. Frantically, you ran for the window but just as you climbed onto the counter, it snapped closed and locked itself. "What the-"
"Now darling, you weren't thinking about leaving so soon were you?"
You froze to the spot. But then, slowly but surely, you turned around and saw…
You blinked. "M-Mark?"
His slight smile turned into a frown. He got off the counter and pushed you against the counter, grabbing you by the chin with cold fingers and yelling, "NEVER SPEAK HIS NAME AGAIN! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
You squeaked and nodded, feeling pain erupt from where he held you.
He stared at you for some time before softening his grip and beginning to caress you lightly with his thumb. His cold thumb. 'Why...why is he so cold?!'
He smirked. "Well (Y/n), it's because I'm not human."
You blinked. "Y-You can hear my thoughts?"
He nodded, chuckling as he casually rested his other hand on your waist. "Oh darling, there is much more that I can do besides that…" he growled softly, his eyes now focused solely on yours, almost seeming like he was looking into your soul.
You gulped and tried to look away but his hand didn't let you move an inch. "L-Let me go," you stuttered.
He shook his head. "No...I don't want to." He began to run his fingers through your hair, going from the top of your head to the ends of your hair. He smiled softly at this, blue seeming to emit from his figure. No joke the guy was flickering- "Soft as silk…"
He felt much like Mark but...h-he wasn't Mark!
You tried to pull yourself away again but he wouldn't let you go. "S-Stop. You're not-" He stopped and glared at you for a moment, almost daring you to utter your boyfriend's name. You gulped and stuttered, "Y-You're not him."
He nodded, beginning to roll strands of your hair through his fingers. "You're right. I'm better than that...man." As he commented on Mark, he sort of grimaced and seemed to actually…glitch.
'Did-Did he just glitch?!'
"Darling, please don't ask these things. I just want to be with you now...and forever."
You gulped. "F-Forever?"
He nodded. "Of course Darling-"
"Don't call me that!" You pushed him away and froze.
He paused for a moment before looking up at you, glaring at you. The blue died down and in its place...was red. 'Shit.'
Before he could come after you, you looked behind you and grabbed the toaster, throwing it at him before bolting towards the window and trying to pry it open with no success. You banged on the glass and cried out, "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
But...that's when you noticed it. There was nothing outside. Nada, zip-zero. It was just like a white canvas. A white fucking canvas that laughed at you mockingly as you stared into its abyss.
Your eyes began to adjust to stare at the glass and what did you see in the reflection? A pretty pissed off demon named Dark.
He grabbed your hair and yanked you backwards, causing you to fall off the counter and cry out in pain. Your lower body rang out in agony as he pulled you to another location. You scratched and clawed at his hand, trying to get this maniac to let go of your hair but only finding his grip getting tighter by the second.
You eventually heard him kick a door open and drag you inside. He pulled you up enough to grab you and threw you onto a bed. The same bed you were on when you woke up.
Before you could even question how the hell you didn't even feel the stairs coming up here, you heard him go and lock the door. When he turned to glare at you, you yelped and attempted to remove yourself from the bed-but he didn't let you.
He grabbed your leg and dragged you back onto the bed, beginning to attempt to bound you to the bed posts. You kicked and fought, now using your fists to try and get the brute to let you go.
He suddenly growled loudly and pushed you down, now laying the blade of a knife up to your neck. "BE STILL!"
You froze and gulped, staring into his darkened eyes. As he had you like this, you could feel something like cold tendrils begin to take your legs and bound them to the bottom of the bed. Then, as he began to do the same for your hands, he got up and sighed. "...I didn't want to have to hurt you but you tried to escape. You even hurt me. I have to make sure you don't do that again."
Your eyes widened and you shook your head. "N-No, please. I-I'll be good," you tried but he simply shook his head.
"I see your thoughts...I know you won't be good unless I punish you for your actions."
He got off of you and laid the blade against your arm. You watched him pleadingly. He wouldn't-he couldn't-what kind of sick freak would-
Without warning he sliced against it and you screamed. Then he went for your leg and lightly embedded into it, making you cry out again.
He continued this multiple times before stopping and letting the knife rest on the bedside table. Then, he undid the ropes holding you and you went into a fetal position. He laid down next to you and held you close. "I'm sorry my dear. I didn't want to have to do that to you but you had to learn...You have to be obedient if you want to be treated nicely. Next time-" his dark gaps bored into your eyes menacingly "-WiLl Be WoRsE. Got it?" You nodded quickly and retreated back down into his chest.
He smirked softly and pet you. "See? There's no need for pain. I can take care of you (Y/n). All you need to do is give me a chance. Understand?" You nodded, not wanting to anger him further.
He smiled softly and lifted your head, exposing your tear stained face which he wiped gently. Then, he lowered his head down to yours and connected your lips with his cold ones. You shivered slightly in his grasp and stopped as he pulled away, still smiling. "Even better than what I imagined…" He ran his fingers through your hair once more. "Don't worry (Y/n); I will take care of you. And maybe even one day, you will learn to want me." His eyes seemed to darken as a smirk ran on his face. "Fully."