Perfidious || Dream Smp Royalty AU

"Don't worry, I won't hurt your face"

"Are you a bad person?"

"It depends who you ask."

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Trigger Warning: Violence, blood

After yesterday's traumatizing events, I went back to my cell and cried for the rest of the night.

I could tell Tommy wanted to ask what happened but after seeing the state I was in, he left me alone.

That night when we had gone to sleep I traced my fingers over the awful face. It still stung pretty bad and was swollen. I had to live with this forever. The thought made me sick to my stomach.

The next day we were given the same meal of bread and crackers with undrinkable water. I could tell the lack of nutrients was taking a toll on my body.

Although I didn't tell Tommy about my mark I did tell him I went to see Dream. That was enough for him to understand.

He tried cheering me up by telling me we'd get out of here soon but I didn't get my hopes up. I'd already tried and failed.

Later that night, my bad mood was made even worse after the familiar voice of George sang through the dungeon.

"Theaaaa."

I shrank back against the back of my cell.

"Aww don't be shy. We're going to have fun today." He smiled sinisterly.

He repeated yesterday's process and unlocked the door tying my wrists behind my back. We then started walking to the interrogation room.

"Today it's my turn to play with you." He giggled excitedly. Normally I would have found it cute but the situation just made it seem sinister.

The hairs on my neck stood up as we arrived at the door. I would have to relive yesterday's trauma. I just hoped George would be more forgiving.

He lead me into the room and made me sit in the same chair from yesterday tying my arms behind me. He came behind me and dramatically draped his arms over my shoulders stuffing his face into the crook of my neck. I shuddered.

"Your skin is so soft..." He mumbled into it.

He began to pepper kisses from my shoulder to under my ear. Heat rose to my face.

"George..." I whispered. "W- what are you doing?"

He didn't respond and continued moving back down my neck.

"You know," He spoke. "Your scent is sooo addicting."

For a moment I let myself get lost in his presence. His dark curls tickled my face as he sighed contently. I too felt momentary bliss as his familiar smell calmed me. It reminded me of the hours we spent in the library my head in his lap or his in mine. I even blushed thinking about that intimate night.

I had only felt calm for a few minutes before a scream was ripped out of my throat. George had bitten down on the skin on my collarbone drawing blood.

"Delicious." He said breathlessly.

I was yelling asking him why he did that and what was wrong with him but he just stared at me lovingly.

It stung badly and I could feel the blood drip down onto my chest. Tears dripped down my face as I looked at the man in front of me. How had he changed so fast? Mere minutes ago I was comfortable and happy to be near him and now I wanted to be as far away from him as possible.