Introduction

(Oh yeah, this is happening.

Cover isn't mine.

TRIGGER WARNING. SEE THIS? TRIGGER WARNING. Dark is a demon, he's a bastard. Things don't go well, he's abusive and all that shit.

If you don't want to read about rape, then you may not want to read this one.)

He smiled, his eyes lighting up amidst it. How could he not? Having you around was a blast, being friends was something he thoroughly enjoyed.

"No," he said, shaking his head, "their wedding was beautiful. Wade looked so happy. Pretty sure he cried." Mark drained his glass, chuckling. "Molly looked gorgeous, but hey, she was the bride. Course she would."

You nodded in understanding. Mark had just gotten back from one of his best friends' weddings, having been a groomsman, and wanted to catch up when he returned home.

The dark-haired male sighed and groaned. "I think I've got jet lag," he complained with a grimace. "I haven't been feeling well all day."

This made you frown. "Do you wanna go home?"

"No!" he cried, waving his hands. "I'll be fine! I wanted to catch up with you, so I'll just, you know, power through it." You were still concerned, knowing his medical history. He eyed you with skepticism. "I didn't drink any alcohol, if that's what you're thinking."

"No, Mark. Well... yeah, I guess. It was a wedding."

"I'm not stupid." You frowned, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry. I just made this completely awkward. Do you want me to drive you home?"

You looked down at the alcohol you'd been having, and realized you were too buzzed to drive back. "No," you spoke slowly, beginning to smile. "No reason to cut this short. Let's go back to your place. You can record and I'll watch, like we used to. I'll even keep Chica company," you added. You adored that dog.

Mark smiled back, nodding and standing up to put his coat on. "Sounds good to me."

•●♡●•

Chica was all smiles when you walked through the door, her feet tapping on the hardwood flooring as her tail wagged. You knelt down and pet her affectionately. "Who's a good girl? Did you miss me?"

Mark chuckled. "Her toys are in her playpen off to the side, but don't give her any treats. Pretty sure I gave her enough today."

Pouting, you nodded. "What are you going to play?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. I'll have to look to see what I've got." He wandered away, guiding you towards his office. Chica followed behind you, her tail still wagging.

Struck with a wave of nostalgia, you smiled again. "You've got a hell of a set-up now."

Pushing hair from his face with one hand, his other remained on his stomach. "Fuck, maybe recording is a bad idea," the male murmured. "I'm sorry," he added, suddenly brushing past you rapidly. Probably towards the bathroom. Sure enough, you heard him getting sick inside.

Fuck. He's sick and I'm drunk. So much for catching up.

The alcohol was making you dizzy, so you meandered your way into the living room, sinking into the couch. Chica whined a little, going from you to the bathroom door. Eyes squeezed shut, you called out, "Do you want me to get you anything?" Mark didn't respond, and you sighed.

What can I do? Not much. I'm drunk as fuck. Should I call someone? Who the fuck would agree to coming by and babysitting Mark? Certainly no one I'm aware of.

Eventually the Korean male emerged, one hand still pressed to his stomach. He looked paler than death. "I am so sorry," he murmured to you, frowning. "Let me call you a cab and get you home."

"No, Mark, I'd prefer to stay here in case you need me." Nevermind the vodka coursing through your system. It was the thought that counted, right?

"I don't want you getting sick too. I don't know if I'm contagious."

"I don't care," you pressed.

"I do!" He looked pissed off. "I brought you here, let me see you safely home!"

"Mark, I'm taking care of you!"

"You're drunk!" Mark swayed on his feet, and you were fairly certain he would have to vomit again.

"Then I'll call Tyler or someone to come over! Mark, no one likes to be alone when they're sick! I'm not leaving! I can sober up!"

He opened his mouth to speak again but promptly covered it, hurrying back to the bathroom. That settled it. You made your way towards the hallway closet, weaving as you walked, and fetched an extra blanket from within before making your way back to the sofa. Chica lie down at your feet, looking up at you with an expression of sympathy. You sighed and stroked her. "Sorry, girl, I gotta take care of your daddy," you murmured. "Or at least be here when he needs me."

The alcohol at last became too much; you had to close your eyes.

•●♡●•

I thought I told you to leave. Why do you never listen when I tell you to do something?

Because you're ill. Someone should be near in case you get worse.

That's not the point here. You were told to go home, and you refused. Didn't you?

Well... yes.

I'd consider that to be incredibly rude. Fortunately, I've been... educated in the ways of manners. And you need to be taught a lesson.

•●♡●•

You opened your eyes with a start. You could have sworn you heard someone speaking to you. You had the sneaking suspicion you were being watched, but you groaned and reached down towards the floor, expecting Chica and getting nothing.

The house was dark and silent. But the feeling of being watched didn't subside. "... hello?" you spoke, softly at first, then gaining a bit louder. "Hello? Who's there?"

"How fortunate. You're awake." The voice was deep, quiet and eerily familiar.

"Mark? How are you feeling?" was your mumbled response. If he was up and about, then maybe the sick feeling had passed.

"Not I, my dear. I'm afraid he is... incapacitated." This sent a chill down your spine for reasons you had yet to place. What was he doing? It sounded like Mark, so what gives?

"This isn't funny, you sound like a creep. How are you feeling?" you repeated, annoyed.

The slap across your face was enough to awaken you fully, tears stinging your eyes. "Now let's not have that happen again. As I said, he is indisposed for the time being." The eyes, the ones you felt staring at you, finally revealed themselves. Red.

You clutched the sofa, wishing desperately that you could sink into it and disappear. The figure looked and sounded just like Mark, so what was going on? He was indisposed? "Then who the hell are you?"

The male smiled. "You may call me Dark," he replied. That same eerie tone to his voice...

But you laughed. "Dark. Are you fucking serious? Don't tell me, this is your alter-ego Darkiplier?" It was hilarious! Darkiplier?! Who came up with that name?

One hand gripped your hair and kept your head still. With his free one he slapped you again, once across each cheek. The sudden pain brought more tears, ones that you couldn't hold back. "I'm growing tired of your inconsiderate tongue, now either keep it still or I'll be forced to remove it." All you could do was cry from the pain, but you didn't speak. It was good enough.

Pulling you onto your feet Dark smiled down at you. He wasn't much taller, but he was still imposing. His suit was impeccably perfect, yet his hair hung in his eyes. "Tell me something, my dear... where did you learn your manners?"

You hesitated. His grip on your wrists was tight, and your throat hurt from crying. Was any answer the correct one? "I-I.... ah..."

"When I ask a question, you are expected to respond appropriately. Now, I shall repeat myself but once: Where did you learn your manners?" How could you answer that?

Either way, it wasn't the response that Dark wanted, as his eyes narrowed. To think you had come to him willingly, following his stupid counterpart so easily, it was almost too perfect. "I'm afraid you are impossible to deal with, my dear, so we'll have to start from the beginning."

His hands clutched your arms, burning your skin with the heat. What was wrong with him? His eyes were... glowing, albeit faintly.

He's a demon. He's some kind of fucking demon.

His kiss was rough and bruising, not at all pleasant. Dark smirked, feeling you struggle to break it. But it wasn't yours to enjoy: it was all for him. "When you come here so willingly, how can I resist?" he purred into your ear.

"You fucking listen to me, you son of a bit--" Your words were promptly cut off by a hand gripping your throat. Dark squeezed once, as a warning, his eyes narrowed.

"You will not use that kind of language with me. Is that understood?" His hand squeezed again, making you cough. The blood was beginning to swim in your head, making your vision go fuzzy. You nodded frantically, and he released his grip, watching you fall to the floor and gasping for air.

"What... do you... want with me?" you choked, still coughing a good minute or two after.

"You. Isn't that obvious? I see how... fond he is of you. And I've come to be fond of you, as well." Dark smiled and cooed to you, despite having just choked you. But the smile fell short, never having reached his eyes. "However. Your manners are abysmal, and it's time I teach you a lesson in proper decorum."

•●♡●•

You simply stared at him. He had one hand firmly gripping your wrist, trying to pull you down to him, but you remained on your feet, and hoped you would stay that way.

Because there was no way in hell you were letting this demon spank you.

"Lie. Across. My lap," Dark repeated, his voice growing colder.

"Like hell!"

"If you do not--"

"Ooooh, oh no, what the fuck are you gonna do? I'm not letting you touch my ass, much less spank it! The fuck is the matter with you?!"

"YOUR MANNERS ARE ATROCIOUS AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT ANY LONGER. LIE DOWN BEFORE I REMOVE THAT OFFENDING TONGUE." His booming voice make your heart speed up, and not in a good way.

Pulse in your throat, you allowed the asshole to yank you down and pull you over his knees. Good God, he was serious! He was going to spank you like a fucking child! "Fucking humiliating..." you muttered. He didn't seem to hear you. Or care.

"I'll not have my beloved go about her life with poor manners, and as such you will be punished accordingly. Since you so insist on acting childish." Dark grinned down at you, not that you could actually see him doing so. This was going to be fun.

The first strike made you cry out; he was rougher with his touch than you would have liked. He meant to pain you. And pain you he did, spanking you full force with his heavy hand. Each blow made you squeal and whine, your backside beginning to sting worse and worse until it grew numb. "F-fucking stop! Please!" you begged.

"Not until I hear what I want to hear." Well what the fuck did he want to hear?!

"Please stop, sir," you spat out, mockingly. To your surprise he did, making you blink. Was it that easy?

"Was that so difficult?" Dark purred, promptly releasing you. "It's good... for a start."

Your shirt was torn open wide, as though the fabric had no resistance to his hands. With a squeal you crossed your arms, trying in desperation to hide from his eyes. Eyes that seemed to bore into your soul.

He smiled. "Uncross them," was his quiet demand. Your backside was sore, and your throat burned from crying and being choked. Nevermind the handprints on your cheeks. You knew he was capable of so much more, so you slowly did as he said. "Much better."

"What the fuck do you want with me?" you muttered, already forgetting that the male didn't appreciate your cursing.

To hell with what he appreciated.

Eyes narrowed again, Dark sighed. "And back to square one, I see. Since spanking you like the child you are did no good, I shall have to take things a step further." Without warning he grabbed your hair, pulling you and dragging you out of the living room. Towards what, you didn't know... nor did you care to find out.

•●♡●•

You were drooling. But it couldn't be helped, with a ball gag secured firmly in your mouth. You felt absolutely ridiculous, not to mention humiliated. But that was the point, wasn't it? To humiliate and degrade you into obedience.

Dark had you tied down onto what you could only assume was Mark's bed... though where he was was a mystery. You could only hope that he was all right. Tears began to sting your eyes, recalling how you'd been informed that Mark was "incapacitated"... was he dead?

Turning your head, Dark kissed your cheek. He was all but purring at the sight of you. So helpless in his grasp. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us, and so much to catch up on," he murmured to you softly, stroking your hair. You jerked your head away from his touch and his expression darkened. "The first lesson being how to behave towards me. I only want what's best, isn't that clear? I am in love with you."

Well that was news to you, wasn't it?! With the way he was treating you?!

You glared as fiercely as you could manage. In response, Dark stripped you down entirely. Your face burned, eyes squeezing shut on their own. "It's a shame he never truly appreciated you for the beauty you are. But do not fret... I'll ensure you know just how much you are loved." He knelt down, reaching beneath the bed and bringing out something you couldn't quite see... but you didn't like the idea of him having something else, on top of the ropes and ball gag you already were bound in.

The first blow was to your inner thigh, making you cry out from behind the gag in your mouth. Tears spilled over from your eyes, and you couldn't stop the sobbing from your throat. Your neck strained as you tried to watch him, arm raised as he struck you again with what you could only guess was a leather riding crop. The son of a bitch was whipping you with a fucking crop!

Each blow brought more tears, more sobbing that remained muffled. Eventually he stopped, though he was far from worn out. Dropping the crop he smiled down at you, eyes aflame. "And how do we feel now? Ready for your next lesson?"

That was a lesson? What the fuck is he trying to teach me?!

Dark smiled wider. "I'm teaching you how to obey me. I've asked you a question, and I expect an answer. Are you ready for your next lesson?" Could he read minds? You weren't sure.

Gently he removed the ball gag from your mouth, and the first thing from your throat was a sob. "For fuck's sake, let me go!" you begged, unwilling to be subject to whatever form of torture this demon had in store for you next.

"My beloved, do you really think it's so easy? You've come willingly enough. I finally have you to myself. But I need to discipline you before I can let you go," Dark cooed softly. "I will not have the woman I love acting so rebellious towards me." His warm hand slid between your thighs, making you gasp and squirm, wanting to kick it away. He stroked slowly, agonizingly so. "Behave. Obey me. Then you shall have what it is you want."

"Freedom?!" you hissed. "Because that's all I fucking want, you son of a bitch!"

This wasn't going according to his plan. He had intended for you to succumb to him willingly; instead you were as petulant as a toddler. Dark's red eyes narrowed. Pain would have to be used again. He had hoped the crop would be enough, as he eyed the welts slowly raising on your skin, otherwise flawless as he had imagined.

"I don't think you comprehend just what I intend, my beloved. What I ask for, I will get. It is for your own good." For your own fucking good?! You squirmed more, wanting his hand away from your body. You would have killed for a knife to stick right into his throat.

The thought that it might not kill him stilled you, chilling you to the bone.

Dark smiled softly. "You're right. It wouldn't kill me."

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