Operation: Merciless

Chapter Fifty-Two | A Trip Down Memory Lane

George woke back up in his room restrained to a metal X cross. It was similar to the first one he was tied to but it was metal rather than wood. He noticed cracks in the metal which meant something was inside the pole.

George was scared, more than normally. This felt different. George pulled on the metal restraints causing them to cut into his skin soon receiving a painful pinch indicating a certain item he hoped not to deal with again, at least not in this way an IV.

Dreamer told him the IV was for control so long ago, Dreamer was afraid that George would somehow escape.

All the memories were coming back. He was back to that frightened guy who was taken away by everything he knew, long before Dreamer felt anything toward him. George wished this was all a dream and he was back in his comfy bed he learned to love despite the situations he was in.

"Dream!" George yelled looking into the camera. A volt of electricity spread through his body grasping at his collar until it stopped. Dreamer didn't have to say anything, George knew. He couldn't call him Dream anymore.

His wound pulsated, he was clearly off any type of meds just as any other of his victims were. At least it was bandaged and sewn shut so he doesn't risk any infections from that wound. Dreamer still loved him so he wouldn't want him dead. That's what George hoped.

"Dreamer, I'm sorry please just talk to me." George begged only to get shocked senseless. He had to remind himself that Dreamer didn't care at this moment. He would much rather see George suffer after he tried to go against his orders and leave him.

The days began to merge together for George on the stand with no food and only an IV to keep him somewhat hydrated. He was just another helpless victim after all.

George felt alone, not even Dreamer was around. He knew when the IV took blood. And Dreamer had to be watching, he tried giving the camera puppy eyes but nothing seemed to work.

George was exhausted, unlike the others he was stuck to the stand with no escape to his bed. He missed those couple hours of being off the stand he had so long ago. All he could do was drop his head and try to sleep than wake up aching.

George didn't want to talk to the camera in fear of getting lashed out at but it got to the point that he didn't care if it shocked him, at least it would be something different to his routine.

"Dreamer.. I'm not asking for much, can I just see your face? You don't have to say anything..." George was lonely and still felt something for Dreamer as much as he didn't want too. He expected him to lash out, shock him or torture him in some way, but surprisingly he didn't.

Dreamer opened the door glaring at George with that mask of his. He was covered in blood but his mask was clean as if he had quickly cleaned it before entering George's room. Neither of them said anything. as for George he was just happy to see another person.

"I'm not supposed to visit my victims in person until I kill them." Dreamer spoke sitting on George's bed. Fear took over George's brain.

Is he going to get killed now?

The question was answered before he got overwhelmed. "But it's only you, my treasure." Dreamer got up approaching George caressing his cheek.

"My Georgie" Dreamer gushed, "Come here" He flashed his card against his restraints which released him causing him to stumble to the floor before being dragged up. He pulled George into a hug who hugged back nervously. George will never understand how Dreamer could switch up so quickly and easily. George soon wondered if he had ever been properly diagnosed which was unlikely due to the fact he had been killing for so long.

George didn't know anything about Dreamer, even when being in his care for so long. There was one thing George was taught very well, no questions period. Dreamer let go of George causing him to stumble back for a moment. "Now go back to your stand,"

Dreamer glared at George as he stepped back against the frame, his leg restraints instantly clicked back into place tightening around his ankles.

George knew the arms one would do the same, but he didn't have time to think about it as a bolt of electricity travelled through his body. He grabbed at his neck clawing at himself trying to get the collar off. The more he tried, the worse it got. That was until George fell forward, cutting his leg before getting caught.

"God damn you!" Dreamer yanked at his arms putting them so the restraints could click in before letting go of George who was now being held by the restraints properly. Dreamer then left the room with a slam of the door.

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Dream paced back and forth in Dreamland mumbling to himself.

Why can't George just behave for a day!

Dreamer had to take out his anger on something which brought him to call Techno. "Dreamer?" Techno answered confused. At least this time he wasn't visiting out of nowhere to possibly take his life.

"I need your help with something, it's explosive." Dreamer spoke a smirk in his voice. Techno chuckled, "Okay as long as you don't take the rest of my fingers." "Of course not" Dreamer answered.

"Techno, what's the most popular mall around you?" Dreamer chuckled through the phone. Techno passed the address over, before questioning Dreamer. "Dreamer, if I do this is it possible for me to see George?"

"Fuck you! Do you want me to blow up your house instead? Stay away from George!" Dreamer hissed into the phone. Dreamer took in a deep breath to calm himself down, "No, George is mine, and mine only." "Yes sorry Dreamer, my bad." Techno apologized, he didn't want to lose any more fingers.

"Now let's go blow something up!" Dreamer wheezed before hanging up.

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Oof, I'm trying guys, since han left I haven't had the will to write anything but I'm trying to get my shit together to get y'all out chapter but you'll have to bare with me as I try to move forward. New editors though so that's a start?

Stay calm, Stay alive
Onyx

New editor :)) Thank you to Onyx for letting me be here and edit!
-Tes