Operation: Merciless

Chapter Thirty-Nine | Familiar

George was jolted awake by the creaking sound of the door opening, signaling The Dreamer's presence. He didn't move, trying to feign sleep, hoping to avoid any interaction with his captor.

However, Dreamer had other plans and swiftly yanked the covers off George, revealing his body to the cold air. George sensed the unsettling, manic energy emanating from Dreamer as he tried his best to ignore the captor's presence.

"George! We have work today! Come on now!" Dreamer exclaimed, moving around the bed with an air of excitement, clapping his hands in anticipation.

George groaned, turning away in resistance. He had no desire to comply with Dreamer's demands; his feelings toward his captor hadn't changed since their last encounter.

"George," Dreamer's voice now sounded more annoyed and demanding. George remained motionless, hoping that by pretending to be asleep, Dreamer might leave him alone.

However, to his dismay, Dreamer grabbed George's ankle and forcefully dragged him out of bed. Despite the urge to retreat back to bed, George knew that it would only displease Dreamer, and he wasn't prepared to confront the dangerous murderer at that moment.

Reluctantly, George followed Dreamer as they moved through the walls. The environment seemed different this time, more secure and suffocating. The air felt heavier, as if the earth itself bore down on him.

As they entered the room, George's mind was filled with a flashback of one of Dream's previous victims. The haunting memory served as a grim reminder of the horrors he was entangled in.

She hurled, blood streaming down her mouth. It gushed from a slit in her throat, dark and sticky. The scent filled the air with a sickly sweet scent.

He started to back away, almost as if he was going to bolt, but didn't. He stood frozen in place, eyes widen, muscles tensed.

"George?" Dreamer's voice broke the trance, and George blinked, slowly returning to the present. He shifted his gaze downward, feeling the weight of the disturbing memories still lingering.

"Good or bad memories, we have work that must be done!" Dreamer patted George's shoulder, seemingly unfazed by his captor's distant state. "I got new seating here! I've always wanted to sit back and watch on a nice seat, and now---I can!" He excitedly pointed George toward a long white couch, marred with crimson bloodstains.

George cringed at the sight, knowing what that couch represented - a place where he would be forced to witness more atrocities. The mention of "work" filled him with dread, but he complied, taking a hesitant seat on the couch as instructed.

As Dreamer pranced away to fetch their next victim, George couldn't help but feel the haunting weight of the situation. He wondered if there was any hope of escape or if he was destined to be a helpless spectator in Dreamer's dark games.

Despite his reluctance, George sat down gingerly as instructed by Dreamer. Dreamer responded with a smile and a graceful twirl before prancing out of the room. The captor's movements seemed almost swan-like, with an airy and graceful demeanor.

As George surveyed his surroundings, he noticed that the pool was clean this time, unlike the previous one. The sight of the pool triggered memories of his childhood swim lessons, a time when life was simpler and filled with innocence. However, the familiar setting felt eerily out of place in his current situation. He wondered if Dreamer strategically chose this setting to evoke emotions or manipulate him into sympathizing with the killer's deeds.

George's gaze darted around the room, scrutinizing every detail. The only notable difference was the presence of the blood-stained couch, which unsettled him deeply. A sense of unease gnawed at his stomach, warning him that more horrors awaited.