Dark.

The room was dark... it took a couple of minutes to see the basic shape of the room.

Now that you can see, you gather that you were put on top of a make do bed.
A small glassless window was on the back wall, only showing you the dark sky.
The walls are stone, just like the floor.

You were free to move around the small, empty, cold room.

"Damien?"
You call out quietly, still unsure about what happened last night.

Meeting him was a bad idea.

"Hello?"
You try again, louder.

The blueish light of the moon abled you to see the state that you were in. There was blood?

"Please?"
You pound onto the wooden door.

Of course there wouldn't be an answer.

"Damien!"
You try one more time, hopeful.
"This isn't funny!"

Silence.

You start to shake, getting suddenly very nervous. Tears fill up your eyes and spill out onto your cheeks.
You fall to the ground, crying softly.

In a sudden movement the door moves, causing you to move away from it.
The room opposite your room was lit, but not too bright.

"Dami-"

"Stop calling me that."
The man that looked like Damien harshly snaps, causing you to flinch. His eyes looked darker and his face held a dangerously calm expression.

"Who...?"
You can't finish your question, due to fear.

"My name is Darkiplier... Dark, if you wish."
He grins at your trembling figure.
"And you used to be Y/n."

"Used to be?"
You shakily ask, hearing that your voice was strained with fear.
"I'm s-still Y/n."

"Not if you want to live long."