Behind the scenes (georgenotfound kidnapped, angst, dnf)

Part 31 - Please stop

I just realised I've been forgetting to put trigger warnings in the recent chapters so I'm really sorry about that, I will add them ASAP

I haven't edited or reread this bcs it's midnight I didn't sleep last night either soooo

Anyway enjoy :)

TW
Blood
Fighting
Sadness
Voices in the head
Possesive behaviour
Death
Pain
Injury

Dream pov

Bored
Kill
Blood
Kill
Hurt
We are bored
Pain
Blood
Bored
Blood

The voices hadn't shut up all morning. Why couldn't they just be happy?

"Hey babe." George said as he walked into the room.
"Did you just call me- you know what nevermind."
The British boy smirked and kissed me on the cheek.

"So... I have to go do something." George said, suddenly serious.
I froze, "What do you have to do?"
"It's a surprise."
"Tell me."
"No." He teased.

Tell us
Kill
Tell us
Lying
Tell us
Tell us
Blood
Tell us
Tell us
Tell us

"Tell us!" I screamed.
George flinched and stared at me in fear. "Dream?" He whispered, "Are you okay?"
I smiled sadistically and placed my hand on the man's shoulder, "I'm fine babe. Just tell me."

"Why did you say us?" He asked with tears in his eyes , "I thought you said you were okay now."
I frowned and asked aggressively, "What do you have to do?"

Third person pov

George stepped away from Dream and ran for the door. The masked man quickly grabbed his boyfriend and threw him to the floor.

"I don't want to hurt you George. Just be honest."
"Why does it even matter?!" George screamed, "I'm not your property!"

Dream laughed and took out his knife, "Well that's not right gogy."
The colourblind man suddenly pushed his lover to the floor and pulled out some handcuffs, quickly attaching Dream's wrist to the table.

George pov

I scrambled to my feet and ran out the door.

He hates you

"Not now!"

Crash! The noise came from the room I was running from causing me to turn around.

Dream was standing there and he looked pissed.

Third person pov

"Ohhh Georgeee." Dream screamed terrifyingly.
The British man widened his eyes in fear and started running for his life.

George dashed down the hallway, racing for where he remembered the exit to be. The man eventually got to it and grabbed the handle but then Dream's fist closed on the back of his shirt, jerking him backwards. George gasped as the masked man swung him off his feet and slammed him into the wall, knocking the breath out of him.

Dream then grabbed him again and pinned him to the wall with his body, his arms either side, making a cage.

George pov

Dream looked diabolical as he grinned at me.
"What's wrong Georgey? You look upset."
His body felt like a prison around me.
"Let me go." I ordered.

Then I saw something flash in Dream's eyes, a dark anger. I couldn't help it, I flinched. Then his lovely mouth curled into a cold smile, before he put his lips on mine. I tried to pull away but ended up just accepting it.

"You've been fun George. You really have, but I think I'll dispose of you now."
I was in shock but it quickly turned into anger. Has he been using me for pleasure? How dare he.
"I knew you were crazy." I said loathingly, "but I didn't realise you were absolutely out of your goddamn mind."
That earned me a glare.

"Might as well have some fun before you go." My past lover whispered to himself.

Third person pov

Dream smiled before moving his mouth on George's once again. The colourblind man then raised himself up on his tiptoes and bit down hard on his lip. He yelled and spun away from him then turned back slowly. "You b-"
But before Dream could finish, George kicked him hard in the stomach and ran towards the door. He was halfway there when he felt Dream grab him by the hair and once swung him into a wall. George hit it hard and sank to his knees.

Dream started towards him, now with the mask on, covered in blood. George knew he should be scared but a strange confidence came over him.

You can do it
Come on gogy
Fight
We believe in you
Fight
Prove you are worth something

There was a vase on the window sill. George got up quickly, ignoring his pounding headache and reached for it. He smashed it over Dream's head. It shattered, spraying water and leaves, blood booming against the other man's light hair.

Then George got on top of Dream and punched him repeatedly.
George was winning. He was actually winning. Until...

Dream snarled and sprang at him. It was like being slammed by a wrecking ball. George flew backward and hit the ground on top of the broken sharps. He screamed as Dream landed on top of him, driving his body down into the shattered glass.

The masked man brought a hand back and hit George across the face. Blood blinded him, he choked on the taste of it in his mouth. He brought up his knee catching him in the stomach but it was like kicking a wall. Dream grabbed his hands forcing them down.

"Oh Georgey." Blood ran in a slow trickled from his head. "Not bad. I never knew you were such a fighter."
"Get off me-"

George pov

He moved his face close to mine, tongue darted out. I tried to jerk away but couldn't move fast enough as he licked the blood off my face, and grinned. The grin split his lip and more blood ran in a trickle down his chin.

Dream pulled out one of his many knives and slowly put in against my neck. At this point I was scared for my life.

I tried not to scream as an unexpected pain shot up my whole body, failing miserably.

"Look at me." Dream ordered.
I looked up into his eyes, the emotions clear.

The look of madness

The look of anger

The looked of joy

The look of excitement

The look of pain

The look of sadness

The look of regret

Third person pov

George went limp under Dream.
His breathing slowed.
His pulsed slowed.
He was dead.
Dream had killed him.
His lover had killed him.