I Can't Be Fixed. (DNF Angst)

Chapter 11: Alone.

Triggering chapter. Forgive me.

♡Dream pov♡

My phone began ringing. I picked it up and saw it was Quackity. I answered and held it to my ear.

"Dude, we have a big problem." He told me.

"What?" I asked, putting it on speaker so Sapnap could hear as well.

"Cameron isn't in the cell anymore. I left, and then when I came back, he was gone." He said.

"Oh shit." I mumbled.

"A bunch of my stuff is broken. Glasses and some chairs. He stole a bunch of my alcohol too." He told me.

"Thanks for letting me know." I replied.

"Yep. I'll call you if I see anything." Quackity said.

I hung up and set my phone on the bed.

"Do we tell George?" Sap asked.

Karl appeared in the doorway.

"Tell him what?" He asked.

Sap and I glanced at each other.

"Cameron isn't in the cell anymore. He escaped." I stated.

"What." Karl deadpanned.

"He's gone. He broke a bunch of shit at Quackity's bar and then left." Sap said.

"Don't tell George. He's not in a good enough mental place to hear that right now. We'll just keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't go anywhere alone." Karl explained.

We agreed, and the 2 went to bed. George was already sleeping, probably tired out from his mental breakdown. I grabbed my airpods and connected them to my phone. I went to Spotify and shuffled my playlist.

♡George pov♡

I woke up to a weird sensation on my hips. I slowly opened my eyes.

"Dream?" I mumbled, half awake.

A hand covered my mouth, pressing me against the bed. I grabbed his wrist and tried to pry him off of me to no avail. The man leaned over me, and I quickly realized it was not Dream, but Cameron. I tried to yell out for help, but it was muffled.

"Shhh, George. Be quiet." He mumbled.

He held a knife to my throat.

"Stay quiet." He mumbled.

He removed his hand, and I stopped myself from yelling. He would slit my throat.

"Dream said you are his. You aren't. You are mine and will always be mine." He said angrily.

"W-What?" I stuttered quietly.

I felt his free hand run over my half-naked body.

"You've already done half the work for me. You sleep in a sweatshirt with no pants." He mumbled.

"I-I don't- no-"

"Shhhh. Quiet George. I told you to be quiet." He said.

His hand slid up my inner thigh and into my boxers.

"You're gonna stay quiet, or I'll kill you. If you yell for help at all, I'll do it. I'll be gone before they even get in here." He told me.

"P-Please don't- I-I-"

He shushed me again.

"I would kill you after I'm finished, but I want you to suffer. I want you to be in pain." He stated.

"D-Don't. I'll do anything - don't -

"You think your begging is gonna help? It just turns me on more." He cut me off.