Wilfully Kidnapped | DNF

Chapter fourteen

~ Dream's POV ~

Dream woke up and groaned expecting sunlight to hit his face as he instinctively squinted his eyes, but he realised that there was none that shone on him. The heavy curtains were closed and there was a comforter on him, removing it from himself as he sat up rubbing his eyes. George must've put it on me, he thought as he hopped out of bed and stretched, this was one of the most peaceful naps that he had had in weeks, maybe it was because of the fact that the previous day had been stressful and a little bit frightening to the blonde.

He kept a few things in mind, mainly his work that he had to unfortunately do that day but also the short brunette that he had helped. What were they supposed to do now? And what did George want to do? He thought.

He sluggishly made his way to a dark set of stairs that were dimly lit, and opened the door to his office. The first thing he noticed was how clean everything was, usually things would be spilling out of everywhere. The books were neatly tucked on the bookshelves, the table was cleaned and the papers on it were arranged and sat in a bundle.

The taller smiled to himself, he was getting to know George a little more especially his habits. "So he's a clean freak" Dream said smugly while he chuckled.

"Where is he though?" He said before exiting the room and going into the kitchen. It was empty, void of George or any other servants, Dream liked to keep his contact with other people to a minimum. He didn't trust servants or employees to know his dark truth about being in the underworld, but also one of Dream's many hobbies besides being a hopeless flirt, was cooking. So he spent much of his time to cook himself meals and learn new recipes and trying them out, though he would throw a temper tantrum if he got it wrong or it did not come out as expected, but his tantrums were not normal, instead of cursing or throwing things, he would take his gun in his hand and shoot at branches of the many trees that surrounded his house. This would've scared anyone, but to him it was a normal thing to do, like a coping mechanism.

He was about to put on his apron, he thought maybe he would make a meal for him and George for lunch. Why am I caring so much? He thought to himself as he physically cringed. He was about done tying the apron sashes behind his back when he heard a chilling scream, he panicked.

"Scream? Male, wait that was George!" He tried to coherent his thoughts about the sound as he quickly pulled off the cloth off of him and ran towards the front door, towards where the sound seemed to originate from.

~ George's POV ~

The little one was peaceful walking on the edges of the beautiful property, he wanted to also explore the forests around him. He noted the lush green vines and the grass that covered almost all of the bed of the forest. There were many wild plants that caught his eye, mainly flowers that grew between the tress that grew so tall the entire blue sky was covered when you enter the vegetation.

George walked over a bit lacking energy as he let out a small yawn, he was tired. He hadn't got a proper sleep when he was in the car the night before he realised, it might have been about two hours of sleep for the entire night.

He decided to wait on the forest tour for now and head back to his room. Where will I sleep if Dream is in my bed? He thought in his mind as he walked towards the massive front door which he left open when he came outside.

The door opened slightly, and suddenly George felt hands grab him, and before they could shut his mouth too, he let out a loud blood curling scream for Dream to hopefully hear and rescue him. Now he was being lifted but not quickly, there were about four or five silhouettes of people that the brunette could make out while he pulled out, but they were pulling him inside the house.

Why are they taking me inside? What is happening? He basically was screaming inside his head.

He still tried to scream but it came out more muffled as there was a gloved hand on his mouth, but he perked up like a deer hearing a twig crack in the forest, when he heard thumping coming towards him, they were footsteps.

Dream, he cried in his head, but when he looked around him to the people that apparently held him up from the ground, basically carrying him, they didn't look fazed at all. Were they that confident? Could Dream be outnumbered by them, oh no! The brunette screamed in his mind.