Operation: Merciless

Chapter Forty-Four | Irritating Woman

George had grown accustomed to the confinements of the cage, having experienced it on previous occasions. He couldn't help but wonder about Sam and the others, though. If Sam had managed to survive, that is.

However, he hesitated to ask Dreamer about them, considering Dreamer was already upset. George understood that he had made a mistake, but he couldn't quite grasp what Dreamer expected from him, especially if it didn't involve touching him.

Frustration bubbled up within George as he clutched his hair and pulled at it in silent exasperation. What had he done wrong? He longed to scream, but years of training had taught him to only speak when spoken to.

Memories of a time when he was truly free felt distant and blurry. He had been under Dreamer's control ever since he had checked that door all those years ago.

The sound of the door opening snapped George back to the harsh reality he lived in. Dreamer entered, covered in blood as though he had bathed in it. Had he gone on a killing spree since their last encounter?

George gazed into Dreamer's eyes, a pang of guilt gnawing at him. Did he genuinely want Dreamer to be happy, or was he simply trying to appease Dreamer enough to avoid harm?

Taking a deep breath, George managed to muster a question, though it came out as a struggle. "What... can I do..."

Dreamer wiped the blood from his mask with a towel and responded, "Learn a lesson and don't do it again."

Reluctantly, George accepted the response, but he was still perplexed about what he had done wrong.

Dreamer approached the cage, unlocking the door. "Come here," he said, extending his hands. George cautiously approached Dreamer, shuffling into his arms with some reluctance. Dreamer led George to the bed and gestured for him to lie down.

Dreamer followed suit, lying down beside him. Both of them were stained with blood, and the room reeked of it, causing George to choke.

Dreamer ran his hand through George's hair, a gesture that under different circumstances might have been soothing. They lay there in silence, neither of them uttering a word.

Dreamer leaned in and kissed George's neck, causing George to flinch but allowing it to happen. However, he noticed that Dreamer was avoiding the site of the previous injury. George suspected that Dreamer might have wanted his blood, but he had none to spare after whatever had transpired when he was drugged.

Dreamer then kissed George's forehead before resuming his gentle stroking of George's hair.

Out of nowhere, a spark of courage surged within George. "Sam? Is he...?" he ventured to ask.

Dreamer stopped what he was doing. "Dead?" he paused, sending George's heart into a momentary panic. "Alive... unfortunately. As long as he's a good little servant, I'll let him live." Dreamer patted George's head.

Relieved, George let out a sigh and melted into Dreamer's embrace, his exhaustion taking over. Sleeping in the cage was impossible, after all.

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George wasn't even sure when he had passed out, but Dreamer was long gone by the time he woke up.

He sat up and looked around the room before directing his gaze to the camera, silently signaling to Dreamer that he was awake.

The door opened, and George's attention shifted from the camera to Dreamer.

"Hello, Georgie, how are you?"

"How am I?" George couldn't believe the question. Dreamer had subjected him to electric shocks and now asked how he was doing?

George raised an eyebrow, clearly questioning the absurdity of the inquiry. He knew that, in Dreamer's twisted mind, torture might be seen as entertainment rather than actual suffering.