New shoes | dnf

Chapter Thirteen

The floor creaked beneath me, I couldn't help but look back.

Surely this wasn't another test. It hadn't looked or seemed planned.

I was now standing at the door, my hand on the handle, shaking violently.

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR GEORGE! RUN!

I stood there for a good five minutes, weighing the pros and cons.

Pros: I COULD BE FREE! I COULD SEE KARL AGAIN! I-I COULD HAVE MY LIFE BACK! WHY WAS I THIS EVEN DEBATABLE?! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!

Cons: Dream could catch me again.

But was that really a con? I mean, yeah he kidnapped me but- his soft, gentle touch, and the way he spooned me, protected me... it made up for it.

I was truly conflicted, but I didn't know why. I couldn't understand why. Why hadn't I left? He was going to wake up any minute now. If he saw me standing at the door he'd punish me. And I knew it. So what was stopping from leaving?

Suddenly cold, massive pulled me back. I gasped at the action.

"Where do you think you're going Georgie?" He whispered. His breath stained my neck, goosebumps trickled down my arms. I knew I was in deep shit.

"I-I promise I wasn't going to leave... please-"

"Shhh Georgie. I know, I've been watching."

"W-what?"

"What? You thought I was asleep? Have you learned nothing from your last attempt?" He giggled.

Oh.

"Come on. Off to bed." He picked me up, as my legs wrapped around his waist and my head settled on his shoulder. Not letting go of me, he flew onto the bed, the impact reminding me how tired I was.

"Goodnight Georgie."

"Goodnight Dream..."

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Muffled touches woke me up. Dream had been rubbing my thighs lightly, under my boxers.

"Morning Georgie." His usually preppy voice emerged. He payed no attention to my eyes fluttering open, continuing to stroke my thigh.

I tried to wiggle under his movements, but that only made him spoon me, completely trapping me from any possible movement.

I sighed. "Morning Dream."

"You give up pretty easily." He mocked.

"Yeah well you're like 20 times stronger than me." I retort.

"You know you like it Georgie." He chuckled. I went completely red. I tried to turn to face him, but he refused.

"I don't have my mask on."

"Oh."

We hadn't spoken a word in 10 minutes, until I finally broke the silence.

"Dream...?"

"Yeah?"

"What color are your eyes." I blurted out, which I immediately regretted. "Or- never mind it's stupid."

"Green." He replied simply. "An emerald green."

Another long stillness followed.

"I suppose this is the part where we get up now." I sighed.

"Not today Georgie. I have better plans for you." I could tell me was smirking.

"Wipe that smirk off your face. What are they?"