I have no idea why i wrote this. It's just something that wouldn't leave my head. This is a oneshot without much of a plot really, It's about Darkpilier kidnapping you the (Female)reader. The last thing you remember is being hit on the back of the head. Do not be surprised if this totally sucks and makes no sense. Also please note this was inspired by many Darkiplier videos i watched and if things he says sounds fimilar that's probably why. :)

Warning: Yeah there might be some really dark themes since this is a kidnapping story... so beware.

You shiver feeling cold fingers tapping along you're right shoulder. You couldn't see him but you could sense him.. you could feel the darkness that just poured from him.. hear the screams of his previous victims telling you to escape.

You sit there quietly as he tells you things that make no sense. You'd already tried begging for him to let you go. Asking him where you were. Offering him money if he'd just let you go.. but he ignored every word.

You take in a shaky breath fighting back the tears 'Is he going to kill me?' You wonder glancing at the man when he walks out from behind you, he smiles taking a stand of you're hair between his fingers.

"Such pretty hair." He says softly. You turn away from him jerking your hair out of his hold. He frowns, for the first time reacting to you're rejection of his touch. "I've been having strange dreams lately." He comments suddenly as he walks behind you again, after a moment of silence you hear his foot steps coming closer. You against you're better judgement turn and look. "I don't quite feel like myself..."

A knife. He's holding knife! You panic, screaming and struggling. The robe burns against your skin but you ignore it. You're about to die just like all those before you. As he moves the knife forward you close your eyes tightly.

You don't feel the knife slice your flesh.. you slowly open your eyes. He's smirking as he holds some of your hair in his hand. He turns dark brown eyes towards you. "But now you're here.." He says before he cups you're cheek with the hand that's holding the knife, the knife doesn't cut you but the feel of it against your skin makes you shiver in fear. "And i'll make you feel right at home."

You cry out as he suddenly jerks his hand back the knife slicing the skin of your cheek. "Enjoy you're stay."

"When can i leave?" You regret the words the second they leave your mouth.

He pauses on brushing your hair and spins the chair you're tied to, he bends down eye level with you. "Why would you want to go anywhere else?" His asks dark eyes staring deep into you're soul and making you shudder. He is angry.. very angry. "This is the only place you need to be." He said voice strained as his nails dig into the chair. "I'm the only one you need.. right?"

You nod your head as tears start to well up in you're eyes, you learned quickly it was bad if he became angry with you.. "Yes." You say when he still doesn't seem appeased by you're nod. He smiles cupping your cheeks. "Good.. good." He leans forward and presses cold chapped lips against you're forehead as unwanted tears begin sliding down your cheeks.

You learn his name is Mark after a few days.. or is it weeks? Maybe it's been months... is anyone still looking for you?

"Pink looks good on you." He said as he admires you're pink locks. He'd dyed them pink yesterday night. Or you think it was night.. hard to tell when there's no windows..

"Thank you." Mark seems to become happy when you talk to him. But you must be careful what you say. You force a smile feeling the cuts on you're arms ache as you remember the punishment from last time.

"I'm leaving." He says he slips on his shoes, you freeze where you're standing in the door way. He trusts you not to escape after you're last attempt. "No!" You say without thinking and at his cold stare you flinch. You quickly clarify. "I don't want to be left alone."

"Do not worry darling." He stands and walks over to you cupping you're cheeks and planting a kiss on you're lips. "I have a friend coming over. He'll keep you company while I'm gone." He says rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks before he pulls away and heads to the door. "Oh." He glances back at you. "Do be good while I'm gone. I don't like punishing you." He says smirking before he walks out the door.

'Liar!' You mentally scream at him as the tears come.. you slide down the door frame a sob shaking your weak frame. You didn't know how much longer you could take this. You start counting in you're head once you reached 200 you'd try to leave.. maybe not even then. You shiver as another sob leaves you, his touches were starting to linger longer and his kisses deeper. You knew what was coming and you had to stop it!

"200."

You say the number out loud and muster what's left of your energy and head to the door.. You take a calming breath before opening the door, half expecting Mark to be standing there smiling..

But he's not. You smile 'I can do this' you think before closing the door and dart off the porch and into the woods. Where ever it was he lived it was surrowed by forest. But if you ran far enough you were bound to reach someone, right?

After running for what feels like hours you're forced to stop when your foot catches on rock, face planting the ground hurt and the dirt tasted awful in your mouth. You spit out the dirt and leaves as you draw yourself up to you're knees. You're ankle felt twisted... no more running for you. You break out in tears as you punch the ground. So close you were so damn close!

You pause.. wait what was that? You glance up in panic, you can hear a car. You swallow.. it could be Mark searching for you.. or it could be someone that can help you. You decide to risk it and limp as quickly as you can towards the noise. It's not mark! He doesn't own a car like that.

"H-hey!" You scream rushing out of the woods and onto the road. "S-stop! Please stop!" You cry in joy when the car squeals to a stop.

"You alright?" The man in the car rolls down his window and asks, the top of his hair was green and he had pretty baby blue eyes. You shake your head. No you weren't alright. You were far from it in fact.

"Get in." He says with what sounds like a irish accent. You hobble around the car and climb in. "Thank you so much." You say as he starts to drive again. "You have no idea what I've been through."

The man smiles and you relax back in you're seat. It was finally over... the nightmare was finally over.

You hear the man's phone ring and he answers it with a cheery 'Yes?' before you hear the door lock. You glance at him and frown. He just smiles at you.

"Yeah Mark. I got her."

The end?

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Updated: 11/3/17 spelling errors.