Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Catfight

Dream's POV
I don't know what is wrong with George. Whatever it is, he doesn't want me to know. If this were anyone else I would suspect cheating, but he wouldn't... I mean he's acting like.. but I trust him.
For yet another time, I cooked food and George stared at it. Whatever I gave him, he refused to eat. I finally pulled up a chair beside him, taking his fork and grabbing some steak.
"Open." I said and George responded, eating the bite I fed to him.
"I'm eating. I'm fine." He said and I put the fork down.
"Are you?" I asked gently. He took a deep breath, then looked into my eyes.
"I'm fine." He said, but I didn't believe him.
"And I'm here." I said back, making him scoff. I raised my eyebrows to tell him I'm serious. He smiled.
"I know." He said and tried to get up. I grabbed his hand, forcing him to stay seated.

"George, you don't have to tell me what's wrong, but you do have to eat more than one bite of food."
"Make me." He said, glaring at me.
I picked his steak up with my hand and put it to his lips.
"Open." I said sternly. His mouth folded inwards, denying me.
"If you don't open," I started, "it will only get harder." I separated my legs slightly to let him study me. He did so, then put a hand up to the steak. He made sure it was between it and his mouth, in other words he's denying me further.

"George." I say in a playful tone and his gaze meets mine for a second before he suddenly looked away. I put the steak down.
"Do I need to get more.. persuasive?" I say and stand up, hovering over George.
"Couldn't hurt." He finally said.
"If you eat your food, I'll take you to the bedroom. If you don't, basement." I said to him.
"What if I want you to fuck me in the basement?" He said defiantly.
I brought a hand up, gently teasing his neck with my fingertips.
"Then I guess we could go and lock you up down there now." I said and he paused for a moment. He then picked up his plate and put it in the sink. I sighed at him.
"Do you remember the safe word?" I asked and he nodded, "good because you're gonna need it." I said making him squirm a bit more.

As we reached the basement, I looked around. All the toys that I am going to use on George, hope he can handle it.
I took him to the wall and chained him like I have before. I then grabbed a long strand of anal beads.
"I could shove these inside you one at a time and then slowly drag them out," I say and he looks at me with the same dead expression, "but where's the fun in that for me?" I say and he looks at me, his face a new shade of red.
"Enough." He said and I put them down.
"Okay seriously! I am trying George!" I snapped and he looked at me, shocked.
"I'm sorry?" He questioned.
"Yeah! You are! I have tried everything and you still won't tell me anything! I thought that after some counseling we would both be better, but somehow you got worse!" I yelled and George looked down at his feet.
"Wow, harsh." He said.
"Is it!?" I yelled back. He started crying and I unchained him.
"When you are ready to talk I'm here, until then I'm not trying to help you anymore." I said and walked upstairs.

I sat upstairs for hours, but George never came up. After a bit I started to worry. I would never be able to forgive myself if he hurt himself down there on my behalf. Then a small part of me started talking, a part of me I hadn't heard from in a long time.
He deserves it. I jumped at the thought. I know he doesn't, that's why I need to protect him from himself. I stopped everything I was doing to run downstairs. I saw that George was still crying on the floor and I instantly felt like an asshole.

"Hey George." I spoke softly. He looked at my with tears filling his face.
"Hi." He said. I sighed heavily and sat next to him.
"If this has to do with me, I'm sorry." I said.
"No. It's not you. You're right." He said and I thought back to what I said. No. I thought I'm wrong.
"George, you know I'm stupid. I never say the right thing." I reassured.
"No. I haven't been trying.. that's why you should dump me." He said and my eyes widened.
"No, unacceptable." I said and he cried more.
"Just go." He said and I instead wrapped myself around him.
"No." I said.
"Please." He begged and tried to push me off, but I held on.
"No." I said and he rolled into me, knocking us both over so that he was on top of me.
"You don't deserve me." He said and continued to squirm.
"I changed for you." I said and started crying as well.
"And I didn't." He said.
"Good. I love you. Any version you are willing to be." I said and his hands came to my neck, pushing down and choking me.
"Shut up." He cried.
"You. Love. Me." I said before passing out.

(Don't worry he wakes up)