Pleasure for money - DNF

TEN

Trigger warning: mention of sexual assault, panic attacks, strong language, homophobia and anxiety

Not proofread, please tell me if there are any errors!

George had just changed into the same outfit he wore last night. It was newly washed and smelled on floral scents, not what you'd expect from the most dangerous man in the state. As he looked in the mirror the memories from the night before came back. Both the memories he shared with Dream and the memories from before Dream had saved him. It started to itch in his skin when he remembered the touches of the other men, George knew that as soon as he could he would throw these clothes away. He felt a little panicked by just the sight of himself in them.

He started thinking to himself that maybe this wasn't a good idea. Wearing these clothes, going to see Daphne, being involved with a criminal... overall just memories from the night before. The brunet had no idea if he wanted to be- no could be with the gangster after what had happened. Not because of the sex, cause that part was fantastic. It was about what had happened to George. He had been treated disrespectfully and just purely disgusting during sex before, but he had never been attacked in the way he was last night. It frightened him to feel this way about himself - disgusted and alone.

Although, he had always managed to push the emotions down before after he'd been treated as if he were nothing during sex before. But this wasn't sex, this was men groping him and being scary and unkind as they said all sorts of things to him. It had frightened him a lot when it happened and now that he had time to think about it things had only gotten worse. He was traumatized in a way he'd never been before.

All the overwhelming thinking about what had happened left George in a panicked state where it felt like all the air from his lungs ran out and tears forced their way out of his eyes. He had sat himself in the corner in the room on the opposite side of the mirror. The brunet hated the way he looked when he looked into the mirror and could only see a used up whore. Someone who couldn't stop others from invading his personal space and needed someone bigger and stronger to come save him. He could hear the men from the night before, Daphne, his boss and everyone who had ever made him feel degraded and small telling him how ugly he was and how he deserved nothing more than what life had given him. And George's life had been a complete shit show. The strange thing was that he couldn't silence these voices, his breathing only got worse and here he was on the floor with his arms wrapped around his knees rocking back and forth as he cried.

After another minute he couldn't stand those voices anymore and brought his hands up to cover his ears. He sobbed louder when it didn't work and those voices only seemed to grow stronger and stronger. Meanwhile the words they said became more vile, the louder George cried out for them to stop and leave him alone.

He couldn't take it anymore, he had always heard the voices when he was selling or when he'd get a not so nice compliment from someone. But now all the voices were here at the same time antagonizing him in a way they never had before. George tried to collect his breath as much as he could before he screamed out into the open room for them to shut up between his sobs.

Downstairs in the mansion sat Dream waiting for the stripper to get ready, they had a lot of business to take care of today and didn't really have the time to wait this long. He had thought about going upstairs to check on how it was going for him but his overthinking stopped him thinking that he might come off as creepy. But those thoughts were all chased away swiftly as one of his gang members, Hannah, came running from the second floor towards him.

"Sir, something's going on with George. I was just walking past and he was crying and screaming." She informed and Dream immediately jumped up to his feet and his gang followed his actions in pure reflex.