safe with me - dnf mafia au (english)

>27<

George POV.

Without even waiting for a reply, the stranger grabbed my wrist and led me away from the others.
The place we met at had many different rooms and hallways, but we actually mostly stayed in the two largest ones we could find, which were conveniently connected.
The stranger pulled me further into a secluded corridor, which was separated from other corridors by two double doors.
After releasing my wrist, he pushed me against the wall behind me, so that my back hit the cold concrete.

Without even knowing what he wanted from me, why he was dragging me away, or why he was moving so frantically, I knew he was going to hurt me.
I saw it in his eyes.
For some reason, he was angry with me and wanted to harm me, even though I didn't even know who he was.

"What is that between you and Dream, huh?"

He grabbed both of my wrists this time and slammed them against the wall behind me with full force, to the left and right of my head.
I had to whimper from the hard impact and knew immediately that my skin would later turn blue and purple because of it.
Perhaps it would have had bruised without the redhead's hateful act anyway, since his grip on my wrists alone was strong enough to cause such stains.
I didn't answer him, I didn't even ask what he meant by that, but I didn't have to, as he apparently got distracted anyway.

His gaze suddenly steered away from my face and slid to my right arm, seemingly forgetting what he had just asked me.
I knew right away what he was looking at.
He chuckled to himself when he saw the scars I had inflicted on myself when I was younger and ran his thumb over one of them without letting go of my arm.

"Wow... First you dress like a total whore, and now I see you want to get his attention with something like that too. Those scars are really ugly, you know? Maybe you should have covered up a bit more, this is just fucking disgusting. Those kinds of clothes might get you some attention, but that doesn't mean it doesn't look absolutely hideous, like the rest of you."

I would be lying if I said his words didn't get to me in some sort of way.

"Who the hell are you?"

He kept his grin on his face even as he answered me.

"I'm Fundy, and you should know that. Dream is mine, you know? Mine. First, I had to wait the whole time for that stupid slut Samantha to leave, and now you come up to him and want to take him away from me!? He could have someone so much better than you, even you should start realizing that, he doesn't need someone like you... you're just another ugly, disgusting, desperate whore, waiting for Dream to fuck you! There are enough guys like you out there, and Dream doesn't need any of that. He only needs me, just me, and not anyone as pathetic as you!"

He applied even more pressure on my wrists and I tried to push myself further back as he was physically getting closer and closer to me.
If I hadn't known that he utterly hated me, I might have thought that he was about to kiss or touch me against my will at that moment.

His statements were simply wrong.
Yes, I might have been interested in Dream, but that didn't mean I wanted to take him away from anyone!
If he had a partner, I would hold back and not do anything with these feelings.
However, he wasn't taken anymore and I had never even seen this Fundy guy anywhere near Dream!

"I'm not taking him away from you, what the fuck are you even talking about- let go of me!"

I tried to free myself from his grip, but he only squeezed harder, which brought tears to my eyes.

"I talked to him, ok? Yeah... He looked at you throughout the whole conversation and declined my request to go out with me and said he needed to talk to someone. I saw the way he was looking at you, so just fucking tell me..."