bakery boy // dnf

chapter seventeen: missing you

nobodys pov//

George woke up cold, very cold, and also tied to a chair. His arms were tied together and his feet were tied to the legs of the chair.

He wasn't wearing much clothing, he had on a cut up shirt and very short shorts, aswell as socks. The room he was in was very dark, and again, very cold.

George was confused, had he been kidnapped?

Whilst he was thinking about what may have happened, he became aware of the sharp pain shooting through his body, aswell as some kind of liquid dripping down his arms, legs, and even some from his face.

He assumed it was cuts making the pain, and blood dripping, but who the hell would do this to him?

George's thoughts were interrupted by a door opened, he immediately look back and saw a tiny bit of light beaming through the small crack of the door before it was pushed all the way open and slammed back shut. Someone flicked a light switch on, after adjusting his eyes to the light, George layed his eyes on Jacob.

"J-Jacob?" George stuttered through small sobs. "Oh, Georgie." Jacob cooed as he stepped closer to George.

"H-help me."

"Oh no George, you're staying here." Jacob said in a rather demanding tone.

"Why a-re you doing t-this..?" George began violently crying now. Jacob placed his hands on George's thighs, causing George to wince in pain due to the cuts all over his body.

"Because George, you're all mine." Jacob placed one of his hands on George's neck.

George began coughing.

"Hungry, George?" Jacob asked, removing both of his hands from George's body as he stood back up, hovering over the scared man.

George aggressively shook his head, I mean, how could he even think about eating right now.

Jacob nodded as he walked back towards the door, slamming it shut as he left.

George could now take a moment to examine the room, first though, he tried to calm himself down to prevent an anxiety attack.

After that, he searched his eyes around the room, he didn't recognize the room a single bit. It looked so unfamiliar.

He then looked down at his body, bloody cuts covered his thighs and legs, he couldn't see his arms, but he could already imagine what they looked like. It felt like Jacob had cut open all of his old razor blade cuts.

George heard the door crack open again, he glanced over to see Jacobs hand slither through the small crack just to flick off the light switch, and now George was left again in the cold, dark room.

Meanwhile, Dream was laying on his bed. He had woken up three hours prior to right now, but couldn't bring himself to get up. He missed George, badly.

All he wanted to do was hug George, or hold his hand, or atleast he wanted to know if George was even safe.

It had been nearly two days since Dream went to George's house,  Dream had only gotten out of bed a few times and it was only to use the bathroom.

Wilbur would bring him breakfast, lunch, and dinner everyday, aswell as a water bottle with each meal, but Dream had only taken a few sips of just one of the bottles of water.

"Dream, dinner." Wilbur spoke as he opened the door with a plate of food in his hand.

"Not hungry." Dream mumbled with his head under his covers.

"I don't care, you're going to eat," Wilbur placed the food on the nightstand. "You didn't eat dinner yesterday."

Dream groaned as he came up from under his covers. His eyes were puffy and bloodshot red from crying, his hair was messy, and his face was red.