Dads Cooking (DNF)

~Chapter 14~Syren? Siren?~

The door swung open before being quietly shut, George flinched at the sight of Dream running over to him. But before reaching George he kneeled in front of him and lightly placed his hand over George's mouth.
"Shhh."
He whispered to him.
George panicked but sense he wasn't being held down, he was calmer then he normally would be in this situation.
Heavy and large footsteps could be heard above, multiple sets off them.
As if they tried to be quiet but couldn't help it.
Wait a minute.
People?
People!
George worried if he should of stayed quiet or screamed for help.
Ether way it wasn't good.
He stayed quiet and they didn't find him.
His possible only chance would of walked out the door.
Is he screamed would dream hurt him? But what if he was found? What if he wasn't found and hurt?
The thoguht is swarmed in his head like and angry hive of bees.
He wen through the options. The pro's and con's.
Ether way he was gonna get hurt, he had to keep that in mind.
If Dream really wanted him to be quiet then that means they could hear him if he was loud enough.
When George did get upstairs he could hear dreams shouting. They could hear him. The house wasn't huge. But it wasn't small ether.
If George didn't shout and stayed with Dream, even after knocking him out with the hammer he had, he couldn't run.
Should he have screamed?
What if he did?
What if he didn't?
What-
What should he?
George slowly pushed dreams hand off his mouth and nodded to dream saying he would be quiet.
Dream trusted him in that moment.
Dream trusted him.
George began to shout.
'Down here'
'Help'
'I'm here'
'Down stairs-'
Dream piled on top of him and held him down, his hand didn't rest one George's mouth but on his throat, George stopped shouting.
"Shut up, quiet or I rip out your vocal cords."
The footsteps sounded more frantic running around going back and forth between loud, and quiet.
They had to have heard him.
Dream stood up dragging George's body helplessly on the floor.
George tried to struggle but his leg hurt, it hurt bad.
Dream slammed George into a wall, a crunch was heard. George wasn't sure if something broke or his back had cracked, but he was to terrified to care.
Dream kneeled down duck tape in hand as if it came out of no where, he broke of a piece covering George's mouth.
Dream proceed to pull a pocket knife from his hoodie pocket.
"Good thing for me I kept this here."
George shook his head and attempted to back up and scream with muffled sounds being the only things making it through.
"Not so much for you, by then again. You chose not to stay quiet."
Dream leaned the knife to George's throat.
"I normally follow through with my words, but I wouldn't be able to stand not hearing your voice, I'll take something for the road."
Dream moved the knife from George's throat to his arms, he dug the knife into George's skin causing him to flinch, he dragged the blade from below his shoulder down to his forearm cutting a long strip off, like a a child peeling off a hangnail.
George started to cry in pain.
Next dream grabbed George's hair pulling his head back.
Dream places a symphony of small kisses along George's neck while slicing of a bit of hair.
He sat up, he wrapped the cut piece of hair with the torn off skin and held it up to George as if it were a trophy.
Shortly after he shoved the bloody trinket into his pocket along with the pocket knife and held up George's arm.
He brushed his hand against George's arm collecting blood onto his hand licking it up as George starred at him.
"A snack for later."
There was loud banging on the door, shouting, crunching.
George's vision darkened, his last sight being people running towards him and Dream before passing out his head laying on the cold floor comforted bye dreams warm and bloody hand.
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