New Year’s Wine
Mark sat in the empty wine glass, his legs curled closely into his chest and his arms wrapped around them as he rocked back and forward repeatedly. He had goosebumps all over his arms, which wasn’t helped by his round, watering eyes and quivering bottom lip. The tiny man swallowed the lump in his throat for the upteenth time, then whimpered and hugged his legs closer as the red blue demon entered the kitchen, looking down at the island counter that held the wine glass filled with a tiny human. Darkiplier sneered at the quivering man and delicately picked up the glass, causing the raven haired to tip over with his hands out so he would caught himself on the side of the glass. A tiny whimper sounded as another lump in his throat was swallowed out of fear. Glancing at the clock, the small youtuber paled. It was 11:58 PM, almost time for the midnight wine drink celebrating the new year. “P-please..” was all that Mark could think to say. He adjusted his hands on the side of the glass to be farther from the rim so he felt safer, though he may as well be cowering farther into his grave. As the clock changed to 11:59, Dark grabbed the neck of a pre-opened wine bottle and tipped it so it poured into the glass, filling it halfway full. The miniature screamed as his hands slipped and he was tossed amongst the churning whirlpool of wine, coughing and sputtering out the red liquid. The demon looked towards the clock and was delighted to watch it change to 12:00 AM, January First, 2019. Dark put the rim of the glass to his lips, then he tipped the glass and closed his eyes out of enjoyment as the wine poured into his mouth. Mark fell against the dark grey lips of the demon and he cried out in terror as the lips opened and a tongue pressed under his feet, dragging him into the cavern that was Dark’s mouth. The lips sealed shut behind him and he was immediately swallowed down a tight, slippery tube and deposited in a pitch black stomach. It was uncomfortably warm, slick, and the mixture of wine and stomach acid below him stung his skin and sloshed up the stomach walls like an angry ocean. As the distraught man started to get woozy and tired, he heard a voice above him speak. “Happy New Year, Mark~”
