Princess Alexus: Hey y'all! *waves*

Amber: Hey gurl! *waves back*

Princess Alexus: OK so this is a story I've had on my mind for a while, its a story about you aaannnddd... The famous YouTuber: Markiplier! X3

Amber: Oh god. Knowing Princess Pervert over here *points at Alexus* *Alexus: Hi! :D* I already have an idea of what's gonna happen.. O_O

Princess Alexus: Yusss... Experience the story of being flushed, aroused and a tease to Mark~. Mark Fischbach belongs to himself, you belong to yourself and all others who come in belong to themselves... Enjoy...

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You just got home from school during a wintry day, you shakily reached for the door knob and prayed he wasn't home right now. You prayed he was out with his sluts or drug dealer. You could care less about your abusive father. He used to be so nice to you until your mother divorced him, he went into depression and started drinking and smoking many things you weren't familiar with.

As a child, it wasn't easy having many other women stop by the house. You were 6 when your mom left your dad and having many women push you around and try to put make up on you wasn't a nice feeling. They blew smoke in your face and took your toys and coloring pads just out of spite to hear you whine and try to get it back. After when you had enough, you ran and told your dad but he wouldn't respond and sometimes tell you to shut up.

At the age of 10, you decided to just stay in your room and tried to fix your broken toys. Sometimes your dad kicked you out of your room so he could take one of his sluts in and have sex with them in your bed. You watched a little of it but turned away, it made you sick to your stomach. Sometimes when he was in bed with a woman, there would be two or three sitting in the living room waiting for their turn. They taunted you, put make up on you and told you many things you didn't wanna know. One of the women showed you what a condom was and let you hold it. It obviously wasn't used because it was in the pack and you were thankful for that.

There was this one woman who completely pissed you off and she came over a lot. You didn't know her real name but she called herself 'Pepper'. She always pushed you and cussed you out. Once, tried to get you to smoke pot but you refused and she pushed you and made you land on your bottom. That caused you to snap and tell her off saying 'you're a no good whore who can't keep a good man and stop selling your body out to complete strangers for drugs!'

Your dad over heard your out burst and came into the living room. Pepper told your dad what you had said and he slapped you across the face making you fall to the floor. You tried to tell him what she had done but he picked you up by the collar of your shirt and told you 'I don't care. You need to listen to your elders you little bitch.' He set you down and grabbed you by your arm and shoved you in your room. Once again you fell on the floor but this time you just laid there and cried yourself to sleep on the floor. You were NOT about to sleep in that bed.

At the age of 14, your dad started beating you more often just to let his anger out. Sometimes he would cut you with his pocket knife when you didn't obey him. Most of the women that came to your house when you were little didn't come over as much. Newer and younger women began to come over, most of the young ones looked like they were a little over 25. You actually became friends with one, her name was Irish. She was actually really pretty because she didn't wear as much make up and she was such a nice person but, she did do drugs. You asked her why she was here, she told you that she only came because her friend was drunk and she was gonna take her home after she was done with your dad.

Irish came back a few times with her friend and sat in the living room while your dad was with her friend. Sometimes you got curious and asked Irish what sex was like. She told you every detail about it and you weren't disturbed by it. Probably because all these strange women talking about it to you all the time. Irish even told you how to be the dominate one in the relationship, she told you 'tease the fuck out of him.' She told you some ways to tease him and keep him in your grasp. You thanked her for the advice and she nodded to you.

After that night, Irish never came back. You wished she would come back, all these other women made you feel ugly and pathetic. These women had big chest and butts. You were growing a good chest size but these women told you about plastic surgery, that plastic surgery was the way to a good body. These women told you that you were ugly, that you needed make up. They made you cry and you started cutting yourself because they convinced you that you weren't worth a good man.

One night, your dad brought his friend and a few girls over to watch the foot ball game. They were all drinking and cussing the TV out. You stayed in your room most of the time but then your dad called you. You put on a long sleeve and pajama pants to hide your wounds from your dad and yourself. Your dad told you to get some more beers from the cooler. When you walked in the kitchen, one of those bitches through their bottle at you and it hit you on your waist, it obviously left a small bruise. The bottle smashed on the floor and small pieces of glass shot in your feet. You dad cussed you out and told you to clean up the shards. You cleaned the floor and brought the bottles to your dad and he told you to go to your room without dinner tonight. You cried yourself to sleep again. At about 12 o' clock, your dads friend stumbled in your room and began to molest you in your sleep causing you to wake up. You fought and struggled against him but he hit you every time you did. He raped you that night.

Every time your dad brings him over, he does the same thing to you every night except he isn't as aggressive as the first time he raped you but you still hated it. Eventually your dad stopped bringing him over because they were fighting over a slut. You were so happy for that, you counted and his friend had raped you about 5 times. Your dad watched the game alone that night, he didn't feel like having anyone over. He didn't beat you that night either, you were able to eat dinner with out him screaming at you about his fucked up life. Because he was passed out on the couch.

Now you are 17, he beats you more than ever. You were still to scared to open the door to find if he is inside. You built up your courage and opened the door. You looked around the living room and saw he wasn't in there, you looked in the kitchen and he wasn't in there. You walked to the bathroom, not there. You looked in his room, not there. You smiled and sighed in relief, leaning against the wall. You walked into your room and tossed your bag on your bed as well as your jacket, you walked over to your closet and opened the door. You had a hidden jar filled with money you earned, found and stole. You opened the jar and put 15 more dollars in it. Now you have 75 dollars! "Yay!" You said to yourself. You earned that money by selling some of your dad's beers to some kids at school.

You closed the jar and put it back in its hiding place then closed the closet door. School wasn't that easy for you either. Many girls bullied you and even some boys, but the boys didn't hit you. They just threw paper airplanes at the back of your head, trying their best to piss you off. You don't let them get the best of you though.

Just then, you heard the front door open the slam shut. Your dad was home. You heard a crash like glass shattering. He probably threw his beer again. You listened to his steps carefully, he was walking into his room. You heard him say, "What the fuck?"

You peeked through the crack in your door and saw him shuffling around some things in his room then walk in the kitchen and look through the drawers and cabinets. He then yelled, "(Y/N)!" Your stomach dropped.

He stormed in your room causing you to step back from the door. He stared you down and yelled, "Where the hell is my pot!?" His hands were balled into fist and he was shaking.

"I-i-i don't know." You said back.

He stepped closer and said, "You better tell me where it is!" He grabbed your hair and pulled you over to him. You yelped in pain and stared into his burning eyes. You tried you best to remember where you saw his pipe because you did glance at it when you walked in searching for your dad.

Your dad threw you across the room and you hit you dresser. You fell to the floor and struggled to push yourself up as tears ran down your cheeks . Your dad came over and kicked you on your waist. You fell over and laid there shaking.

"Get up you little bitch!" He yelled.

You couldn't. You were in to much pain, but you had to or he was gonna hurt you even more. You pushed yourself up and stood up holding your stomach. He grabbed you by your left arm and slapped you, he forced you to look at him and said slowly, "Where. Is. My. Pipe?"

You instantly remembered seeing it in the bathroom by the sink. You gulped and said, "It's i-in the bathroom b-by the sink."

He dropped you and you fell to the floor. He walked off into the bath room and to his surprise it was there. He picked it up and walked in your room and stared at you. You looked up to him with tear stained cheeks and scared eyes. He looked around your room and said, "God, get a grip. If I could give you away I would. I fucking... Hate you. You don't know how to do anything right. All those sluts tell me how ugly you are and now that I look at you they were right. You look like you mother. Her fucking ugly ass. I don't know what I saw in her bitchy self." He looked down at you and saw you crying even more and he continued, "I honestly don't care. I never loved you or her anyways." He then walked into his room and slammed the door.

You sat on the floor and rubbed your eyes and sobbed even more. THAT'S IT!

You stood up and walked over to your closet and pulled out you black hoodie and blue jeans. You pulled the hoodie over your white tank top you were wearing and slipped off your stretchy pants and put on your jeans. You ran to the front door and slipped on your tennis shoes and opened the door. You hesitated but then shut the door behind you and walked away from the house. You walked on the sidewalk into town and began to cry. You pulled the hoodie over your head and pushed your hands into the pockets of your hoodie. You just walked past many people and let your tears fall.

You then bumped into someone and that person caused you to fall on your tail bone, you cried even more because it still hurt from the impact with the dresser and the floor.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry." The person apologized.

His voice was kinda deep, obviously a man. You didn't bother to look up, you just sat there thinking about what you were gonna do with your life. Then you noticed a hand. You looked up and the stranger was offering to help you up. You wiped your cheek and shakily reached your hand out to him and gently grasped it. He pulled you up to your feet and you wiped the constant flow of tears running down your cheek.

"I'm Mark." The stranger said to you.

You paused and looked up to him. It was kinda hard to see what he looked like because of the tears in your eyes so you blinked them out making it look like you were still crying. He had slick black hair, glasses, brown eyes and a goofy smile. His goofy smile turned into a frown and his brows upturned.

"What's wrong?" He asked with worry in his voice.

You instantly remembered about your father beating you then you running away. You began to tear up again and tears fell as you sobbed. He tried to calm you with a soothing voice, "Hey, hey, hey. You wanna coffee? You look so cold."

He walked you into the Café you stood next to. He sat you at a table by the window and spoke with a soft voice, "Hey, shhh." You stared into his brown eyes and it took you a minute to stop sobbing. You wiped your cheeks and sighed then sniffed as he continued, "What would you like?"

You sniffed again and said shakily, "H-h-hot chocolate... P-please."

He nodded with a smile walked to the cashier and ordered. He walked back over to you and set your cup of steaming hot chocolate in front of you and bowed, "You're hot chocolate m'lady." He leaned up and sat across from you with a smile and a cup of coffee.

You smiled and said, "T-thank you." You stared down at the cup on the table and saw the steam rise from the liquid inside. You reached out for the cup and Mark noticed your hand was shaking violently. You grabbed it and placed your lips on the rim and began to drink but it was kinda hard not to spill it because you shaking. You pulled the cup away and sighed, setting it on the table then looked out the window.

The silence was broke by Mark saying, "What's your name?"

You snapped your head over to him and rubbed your arm while responding, "Oh sorry, I'm (Y/n)."

Mark smiled at the sound of your voice and replied, "That's very pretty."

You blushed, pushing a strain of hair behind your ear then looking out the window to hide your blush. You forced out with out stuttering but failed, "T-thank you."

He quietly chuckled to himself and finished his coffee then asked, "May I ask, why were you crying?"

As he said that, your smile vanished and you felt a pinch on your heart. You looked over to him and said, "I-i don't wanna talk about it."

Mark slightly nodded with his eyes shut and apologized, "Sorry."

You finished your hot chocolate and thought about what you were gonna do. If you keep running around, you'll freeze to death. If you go back, your father will beat you even more. You clawed at your face and held back tears.

But you couldn't, you got up and walked away from Mark. He looked over to you and said, "Hey, (Y/n)! Wait!" He got up and ran after you.

You were standing outside in front of the café letting the tears fall. Mark walked out and stood next to you and asked, "(Y/n), are you OK?" You wiped the tears and looked at the pavement ground you stood on. You simply replied without stuttering, "Yeah. I'm good."

"Let me take you home." He offered.

Your head snapped up and you jumped away from him and shouted, "No!" But not angrily, more like scared.

Mark held his hands defensively and you straightened up and said, "I-i don't wanna go home."

Mark noticed tears falling from your chin and his brows upturned to show worry. He pondered for a moment, 'Maybe I could offer her to stay with me. Obviously she has a problem with where she is staying... Maybe she was kicked out? Well, here I go.'

"Do you want to stay with me?" Mark asked with a hint nervousness in his voice.

You looked over to him and he showed the same goofy smile you met him with. You thought, 'Staying with a stranger? Well he is friendly and much better than dad... There is no way I am going back to that drunk lazy ass.' You made up your mind.

"Yes. Please." You said back to Mark, still not showing your face.

Mark grabbed your hand and made you flinch. You were surprised by his gently touch, it somewhat gave you butterflies causing you to blush. Since when have you became so shy? Maybe through out your whole life. Many women and even girls your age make you feel so small making you loose your confidence.

You then noticed that you were being dragged to his car. He opened the passenger door for you and let go of your hand. You instantly missed his gentle touch, no one had ever touched you with such gentleness. You got in his car and pulled the seat belt across your chest and buckled up. He shut your door and ran to his side and got in, starting up the car and turning up the heat then driving out of town.

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Princess Alexus: Oh man, I'm already loving it... :3

Amber: The reader has such a sad past ;^;

Princess Alexus: I know ._. sorry about that... But there are more chapters! Please leave a comment about what you think! :3 See ya in the next chapter! XD