Dream has been keeping a close eye on George for a while now... When he finally introduces himself to George he Takes this chance to act deeper on his emotions~ but things take a turn when George falls for his Captor.
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finish the lyric!!!!! PEOPLE CHANGE LIKE THE TIDES IN THE OCEAN-
sorry that was weird lol.... anyway... enjoy!!! oh and please read my announcement from the other night. I'd like to hear your thoughts if you've got any you wanna share.
TW: slight blood, violence
Oh! do you guys want the warnings at the beginning? I feel like I just spoil the story by adding warnings.... I could add a chapter stating all of the warnings for future reference...
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~End of flash back :]~
I'm such an idiot! How could I fall for this... this asshole?! god...
wait
he's still bleeding
I forgot about him...
I should do something right?
call the police?
NO
NO
NO
No Police.
I'll go to prison as soon as he gets up... besides... how do I explain what happened? I can't just be like 'Oh yeah I stabbed him.' like how dumb is that?
My mind is running a million miles per hour with thoughts.
what will he do when he wakes up?
what will I do when he wakes up?
wait! I'll just tie him up to a chair.... perfect! yes!
he starts stirring and I instantly freeze, my eyes glued to the body.
~George POV~
My head hurts...
Why?
Wait... my clothes feel wet... there's a puddle near by... what is that? its kind of sticky...
"shit" I say allowed then instantly pulled my arms up to cover my mouth.
"Ouch! damn it!" I yell into my hand as the large cut tears back open. My eyes widen as a shadow towers over me. I glance up with puppy eyes and I see the smiley face mask once again... he must have put it back on while I was passed out. He leans over with his hands stuffed deep into his pockets and just stares... its creepy. it reminds me of the day I met him in class when the teacher yelled at Nick and I.....
Nick....
Is he okay? did this sick bastard do something to him to? Oh my god.... wait...
"Are you okay....?" he said in a quiet voice followed by a semi long pause... I just blankly stared at him, not knowing what to reply with. He must have realized I wasn't gonna reply to him. He looked at me a moment more, almost analyzing me, then stood straight up and spun around walking away in a few smooth strides. he came back with a small needle and some gauze. He bent down, slowly taking my hand from my mouth, tugging me into a sitting up position, and holding my arm gently in his hands...
I felt safe here
I don't know why...
the same man just slit my wrist not long ago.
What's wrong with me?
I allow his hands to comfort me, knowing he is trying to help me now. I still don't talk, fearing that if I do I'll just upset him and he will hurt me again.
"I suggest you answer me now, George." I look up a little to meet the black dots he calls eyes... the paint was rough, blood and dirt lined the brim of the circular mask. I look away trying to avoid his comment. I heard him though and he knows it... I feel pressure on my wrist where he cut, then a sharp pain as he pushed his thumb into the cut.
"OWWW-" I wince and clench my fists, tensing at the pain.
"You gonna be a good boy now?" I nod quickly
"I can't hear you, you slick bitch" I feel tears form but quickly blink them back.
"Y-Yes... I'll be good..." I didn't know what else to say because I didn't want to get hurt again...
He nodded then continued to mend the wound he just seconds before used for torture... He injected the near by area with some mysterious liquid then wrapped the area with cotton and gauze. I squint my eyes a little at the pain, then all of a sudden it's gone. the pains gone...
How?
What did he just inject me with?
My whole arm feels... feels... well... It doesn't feel like anything... that's the thing...
"What was that?" He doesn't reply... he just keeps staring at my arm expectantly. "Hello?" I keep prying... "Dream! you son of a bitch answer me!" I yelled this time... I don't think he was very happy about that... He made one large strike to the side of my face.
"Shut up!" he commanded.
I didn't listen. I needed to know what's going on.
"NO! you need to tell me what's happening right now! what happened to Nick? Why am I here? Why are so angry?" I was pissed... so was he. he grabbed the same knife as earlier... pushed me down onto may back, now straddling me. I pause and squeeze my eyes shut. he roughly grabs my chin and forces me to look into his dead eyes.
"If you want to talk so much why don't I make it easier? yeah?" My eyes widen once again as I make the slow realization as to what he is gonna do...I whimper as he brings the knife close to my mouth making slow painful incisions on either side. I internally scream as my mouth fills with blood.
I started choking and coughing causing the cuts to open more. he stands up and walks away leaving me there to rot...
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