Behind the scenes (georgenotfound kidnapped, angst, dnf)

Part 37 - Hurt

Hey so I am so unmotivated at the moment and whenever I try and write a chapter I keep writing like two sentences and then giving up.

So this isn't the entire chapter I planned to write and I haven't read over it yet but I feel bad keeping you guys waiting so much so here we go.

TW
Blood
Burning
Torture
Threats

Flashback

Third person pov

"It's almost as fun as last night, I mean you two were crazy in bed-"
George and Dream burst out laughing.
"It's not funny." Sapnap whined as he quickly hung up on Karl and Quackity.
Dream wheezed even louder, making Sapnap crack a smile and say, "Don't be jealous guys, I know you wish you were doing the exact same thing with each other."
George's mouth dropped open, "That's not true!"

Sapnap rolled his eyes, "So what we gonna do about L'manchildberg then?"
"I don't think we need to plan anything, they are all terrible at fighting and-" Dream got cut of by a high pitched ringed.

"Damn it I left the cookies in the oven." George muttered before leaving the room. The other two followed to see the colourblind man on his knees opening a smoke filled oven. He took the tray out to reveal some pathetic looking, extremely burnt cookies.
He put them on the side and took his oven gloves of.

"They could still taste nice." George said.
Dream chuckled, "You wanna taste test?"
"Sure," the British man joked while reaching out for the tray.
"Ouch!" He shouted, quickly retracting his hand.
"Aww did gogy burn his hand?" Sapnap teased.
"It's not funny, it really hurts."

George pov

I screamed, it really hurt.

My hand had been in the water for almost two minutes now and I hadn't stopped screaming the entire time. The water was starting to go red.

"Okay that's enough." Wilbur said calmly.
Somehow it hurt even more than last time I was in this situation, maybe because of the fact my arm was now covered in old wounds.

My thoughts were cut off by the other man pouring some kind of chemical on the burn. I tried to scream but no sound came out.

Third person pov

"Lost your voice Gogy?" Wilbur laughed.
"F*ck you." The colourblind man said in a croaky, quiet voice.

"Aww don't be mad. Be happy I did your left hand instead of the one you use for stuff."
George glared at the man then said, "I'm left handed you stupid f*cking giraffe."

"Hmm. So I guess it wouldn't matter if I was to do your right one too." Wilbur muttered.
The other man jerked his hand back and widened his eyes in fear, earning a laugh.

"But seriously George I am going to make you either want to die or want to work with me. I don't really know the difference. But a long time ago Techno told me the perfect way to torture someone until they comply.

Step one is a good old fashioned beating."