Then I woke up, and I'm not sure which was worse. The nightmare, or what I woke up to.

Jack's pov
I woke up, my vision blurry from sleep. As they focused I realized I wasn't in my room. I was in a large grey room. The walls were grey, the furniture (which only consisted of a bed and a couch) was grey, the only color that stood out was the occasional red pillow.

I was sat on the large grey bed. A king size most likely. I tried to move, but I was chained to the bed. My wrists tied to the headboard by handcuffs. And my feet bound to the bedposts by rope. I looked down at myself. I was wearing nothing more that boxers. I felt a little bit of heat rise to my cheeks, but it was pushed down by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the door.

The footsteps stopped right outside of the door. I could hear the click of what sounded like many locks being unlocked. The door swung open to reveal... Mark?

No.

That isn't Mark.

The man certainly looked like Mark. Same body figure and everything. But he had different aspects about him. His hair, a fiery red, was slicked back on his head. His shirt had no sleeves, they were ripped off. His nails were painted black, and he had a dark aura about him. But the thing that stood out... his eyes.

They were the eyes I saw in my nightmare. One eye black with a red iris and the other red with a black iris.

"Like what you see kitten?" Came his voice. I came back to reality with a startled yelp. He walked over to me on the bed, and ran his fingers up my abdomen, I shivered subconsciously.

"You know... I've been waiting a long time for this. When you would be here... all mine." His fingers danced over my skin, one of his fingers brushed my nipple. I let out a gasp. My face was red as a tomato by now. He seemed shocked at what had just happened. But he smirked and brushed his hand over the bud again. I let out a breathy moan.

"Wa-it, please... w-who are yo-u?" I said between gasps as he continued to just brush over the bud. He looked at me with a smirk. His odd eyes meeting mine.

"The name's Darkiplier. But you will call me master." As he said 'will' his voice picked up, demanding, and he removed his hand, placing it rather low on my abdomen. Making me let out a small moan and a yelp at the sudden actions.

"D-Darkiplier?" I said. "As i-n the de-demon Mark m-made u-p?" He pulled his hand away from it's low place on my abdomen and grabbed my face firmly with it.

"Don't speak his name. Not as long as you're here. Got it kitten?" He said. He pressed his lips firmly against mine in a rough kiss that seemed to go on forever. I struggled as much as my chains and the hand keeping my face still would let me.

When he pulled back, he didn't look amused. He went back forward, leaning over me. And he said," kitten... why are you disobeying me?" At this point, I'm terrified. I can't think of why I deserve to be in this mess.

"Now let's try this again." He said as he reconnected our lips in another rough kiss. I kissed back slightly, hoping that was enough to satisfy him for now. He smirked into the kiss and opened his mouth slightly to let his tongue out. He slid it over my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Which I denied.

But he wasn't having that. So he reached his hand down my torso and squeezed the bulge in my underwear. I gasped and let out a rather loud moan as he stuck his tongue into my mouth. Exploring it.

We stayed like this for a while in a make-out session. Me letting out the occasional moan as he massaged my thigh.

When we pulled away, a small string of saliva connected our lips. I gasped to catch my breath while he just looked at me, smirking. He dame down to my ear to whisper into it. His hot breath tickling the skin. "Did you like that, kitten?"

I couldn't respond, I didn't know how to. So I just nodded my head ever so slightly. If he was going to be my master or whatever now... I have to learn how to respect him.

"Don't be quiet now... tell me you liked it." He said, his voice growing deeper and more menacing. Scared for what would happen if I didn't, I gave a small 'yes' as an answer.

"Kitten. Who are you saying yes to? Say my name." I searched my brain. Would he want me to call him master? His real name? Something else? I really didn't want to choose the wrong one here.

He must have noticed my dilemma, so he said, "call me master," I nodded hastily. "Yes, m-master." I inwardly cursed myself for stuttering yet again.

"Good boy." He said, fishing a key from his pocket and unlocking my hands. He then proceeded to untie my legs. I quickly tried to run. To scramble to the other side of the room. Something. But he was quick. And he caught me before I could.

"Kitten~" He said in my ear as he held me bridal style in his strong arms. "Were you trying to escape? Because I think it might just call for a punishment if you were." He said to me. His voice deep and threatening.

"P-punishm-ent?" I said. Looking up into his odd eyes, I saw they weren't kidding. I gulped, nervous. 'What have I gotten into?'
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Ok! Here's the next chapter! I hope you guys liked it. And don't worry. There are more interesting ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) things to come.
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