Dark's POV

I watched as pain overtook Jack's face when I pressed the button on the remote. I always reveled in the agony that overtook my victims features. But what ruins that joy is when fucking bitches like Jack don't listen! Even though my shock collar trick may have improved my mood, I was still full of fury.

I walked out of the the room and locked it behind me. I slipped the remote in my pocket and stormed off down the hall. As I approached another door, I stopped to straighten my jacket. I took hold of the handle and slowly turned it. The door swung open with a creek. There I saw the almost lifeless body right where I left it. Bound in chains lying on the floor, all hope gone from his eyes. At this point he was mostly dead. The only reason he was still alive was because I need him.

If I tried to kill him I would risk killing myself, and vice versa. I am him and he is me. It's one of the dreaded curses for not having your own body. A body that should be mine! Mark is pitiful. It only took me a matter of days to brake him last time. This time it only a couple of minutes. All I did was throw a couple threats toward Jack and a whip and he became a submissive bitch again.

"Y-you told m-m-e you woul-dnt hurt h-im". His stutter broke me out of my trance.

"When have I ever kept a promise with you?" My fury started to rise over it's limit.

"B-but why J-Ja-ck, w-why no-t me?"

I ran up to him and grabbed his neck, raising him as high as his chains would allow. I started to slowly choke him, releasing all of my pent up rage on him. He didn't even try to stop me, he just hung there excepting his fate. It was so damn frustrating!

I took the remote out of my pocket and waved it in front of him tauntingly. I pressed the highest setting while Mark looked at me, almost as if he was asking for mercy. Jack's pain ridden screams echoed throughout the building, giving me a sense of power.

"Why? Thi̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣs̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚ is why! I broke you lon͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊g͎͚̥͎͔͕ͥ̿ ago Mark̲̱̠̞̖ͧ̔͊̇̽̿̑ͯͅ! Th͚̖̜̍̃͐ere's no hope in your eyes, no life. You just̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊ want it all to end. Yo͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈'re not fu̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈n to play with any͉̝͖̻̯ͮ̒̂ͮ͋ͫͨm̘͈̺̪͓ͩ͂̾ͪ̀̋o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊re. You're pathetic!"

I threw him violently to the ground, feeling light headed myself. DAMN THIS CURSE!! I can't even touch him without feeling the effects myself!

He hit the floor with a thud, but nothing escaped his mouth. Not a hiss or a whimper. No profanities or pleads for mercy. Nothing. He was truly my bitch.

Ethan's POV

Tyler hasn't calmed down since this morning. When we couldn't find anything at Mark's apartment, we went back to mine. Before we left we grabbed Mark's and Jack's keys, phones, and suitcases.

Ever since we got back to the apartment Tyler has been pacing the floor mumbling. He won't eat, he won't drink, and he hasn't sat down since he woke up. It's starting to drive me crazy.

We still haven't found a way to track Dark, Mark, or Jack. It's so fucking frustrating. We can't go to the police. They would think we're insane, since they think he is dead. Wait, maybe insane is what we need right now.

"Tyler there is someone who could help us. We can..."

"NO ETHAN!! We are not letting him out."

"What about..."

"Not him either. Ethan, we already have one of them on the loose, we can't risk losing them all."

"This might be our only chance! We couldn't find anything at the apartment that might suggest where Dark took them. They could help us!"

"I'm not risking it Ethan!" We were both yelling at this point.

"Well when you decide what to do let me know, I'm going for a drive."

I stormed to the door. You could see the fumes coming out of my ears. If he isn't going to do anything, I'm gonna have to. On my way out the door I grabbed the keys to my car. I could feel Tyler's eyes watching me. Hopefully Tyler didn't see me also grab Mark's keys on the way out.

I hoped in my car and headed over to Mark's personal storage unit. It would take a couple hours, but if it meant we had a chance at get Mark back, it would be worth it.