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knives

tw: knives, knifeplay, swearing, chains
pls skip if uncomfortable<3

HELLO.
i was planning on starting this book or story or whatever, but completely forgot abt it like a day after i started it.
i wrote this the night i created it and i have no motivation to finish it rn, so take whatever this is😬

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"george?" dream shouted half-loudly from his room. "yea?" george responded. "come in here i gotta show you something" he yelled back moments before george opened the door that had been connecting the two. he looked around in confusion, not seeing the one that called him. "what's u-" the brunette started but cut off due to dream coming from behind the door, roughly pinning to him to the wall. he could feel clays big hand placed on his throat, but what was the other thing there? a cold feeling from that area sent shivers down his whole body. until he realised what it was. "dream what are you-" he began with fear in his voice but dream only pressed the sharp knife harder against his pale throat. "shh" dream smirked. "dont make this harder for yourself."

the shorter sank, feeling the dagger getting even tighter for a second. "do you wanna play a little with me george?" clay asked while slowly dragging the sharp knife a little around on the others neck. george nodded carefully. dream scoffed. "youre so easy arent you?" he said with a satisfied voice. "you would do anything for me wouldnt you huh?" he continued. the brunette lightly nodded and dream aggresively threw him on the bed, landing on him with his knife pressed hardly against his throat. if he moved even the slightest, it could cause cuts.

clay ripped the smallers white tshirt in half for more working space. the knife followed georges chest all the way down to his pants at a slow pace. he was breathing heavily, but trying to hold it in to not cause wounds. "lets play a game." clay said and placed the cold blade back on the bottoms throat, pressing hardly. "if you dont do what i say" he continued. "ill kill you. okay?" he said oddly calm. the older froze in suprise. was dream actually serious? he knew damn well that he could if he wanted to. tears formed in the brunettes eyes as they kept their intense eyecontact. "dont cry baby" dream said in a way that was more like a calm command than love. he ran his thumb over the others cheek to remove the cold
drop that was running down georges beautiful face. the first tear was followed by much more. "god i wanna fuck you" dream said under his breath, taking a moment to admire the pretty slave he was in control of.

he pulled the knife under the olders thin silver chain around his neck. "shouldnt we... switch this out with something heavier?" he tore it in half and placed the knife on the olders chest. he went to his drawer and opened it to reveal a thick chain with a leather collar on its end. he went back on top of george and tied the collar tightly around the olders neck. the british boy had tears streaming uncontrollably down both his cheeks. "fuck." dream said and bit his lip. "youre so fucking pretty when you cry baby" he grabbed the knife and once again placed it on the brunettes throat and pressed lightly, just enough for george to feel, but not enough to cut.