Is This True Love? (DNF)

Chapter 76: TV

George POV.

"Nobody's going to take me." My entire body felt caged and as though I'd never be able to move again under his grasp, as though he'd hold me here forever.
"Are you sure?" He questioned anxiously. "How can you be sure?" His emotions jumped back and forth anxiously, from an angry psychopath to a scared child.

"Be-because I love you Clay." Despite my running wild instincts I leaned back into him, a loving smile on my face, I even went so far as to move a hand to cup over his own hands, a sign of love and care from me.
“You know George.” His voice grew softer. “You are a terrible actor, right?”

“What do you mean?” I managed a chuckle, a smile which I showed the blond who continued to hold me. “You know I love you Clay.”
“It’s almost shocking.” He managed a deranged chuckle, gripping at my arms tighter.

He took a moment, savouring the aura of fear that I had radiating off of me in waves. His grip grew more firm and I tensed up, however allowed him to direct me however he wanted. The path of least resistance and all that shit… right?
“It’s almost shocking.” He repeated, still chuckling as his cheek nuzzled my hair.

“Clay, you’re scaring me.” I whimpered, the hands that had been holding him moving to scratch and claw for stability and reassurance. “Please let go.”
“You know you inspired me George.” He smiled, or at least the tone made me feel as though he was smiling happily.

“You are the reason I wanted to become an actor, since I envied your life where the whole world loved you regardless of what you do. You encouraged me to be an actor, but you don’t have the skills to be an actor yourself.” He sighed. “I was a kid who didn’t have many friends and I craved that kind of life.”
“Then you can have it.” I said, quickly growing more desperate.

“You were so fucking privileged, and I grew to envy you, but not only that, I worshipped you. I would have done anything for your life.”
“Take it.” I repeated, vision going blurry, perhaps from the lack of oxygen or maybe from the fear and stress I was under.

“I don’t just want that life though. I want you. I want a good life with you by my side and I can’t have you questioning me.” He kissed at me, shocking me but I didn’t react once again, just allowing him to treat me as he wished.

“Ever since I was a kid I wanted you. You were my first crush and I always fantasised of being able to be with you.” He continued to kiss at me as I cried. “I wanted the chance to win the love of my life, and now I have you. I thought that you’d stay with Fundy but I managed to snatch you away.”

One of his hands moved to hold my face, moving me to look directly into his gaze and connecting our lips in a kiss. I didn’t like it, of course I didn’t want to kiss him right now, but there wasn’t much that I could do except wrap my arms around his shoulders to stabilise myself. The blond decided to take this though as me being willing to kiss him.

My mind continued to race the entire time I laid limply in his grasp, allowing him to treat me as he wanted. The blond was physically stronger than me and he had the advantage of knowing not just the layout of this house but of this city, Hollywood. I’d have to wait until he lowered his guard then I could try and leave.

“I love you George.” He smiled. “Regardless of what you think of me I know that you love me, and I love you. The two of us can live together away from the outside world that was so willing to keep you for their own entertainment.” I said nothing, allowing him to just continue to treat me as he wished before he let go of me.

“But if you don’t like the picnic I can’t force you to eat it I guess.” He shrugged, kissing me on the point of my nose with a soft grin. “How about you stay here and I go and get you some fast food from a place you’ve never tried before?”
I gave a look of love towards him. “That would be nice.” I smiled.

He stood up, and I allowed him to leave the room yet as he left he locked the door behind me. I was still sitting, waiting patiently as he left the room, and the moment he was gone I stood myself up and stretched. Part of me considered running into the bathroom and scrubbing myself down from his touches, but I didn’t.

Instead I went back to looking around and investigating the area. Without a word I walked over to the window, seeing what was out there and noting the way that up in the sky multiple helicopters were flying around. Perhaps Hollywood had enough crime that this was a common thing to happen, or it could just as likely (even more likely) be a search for me.

I also noticed the way that thick forests gathered around the mansion. Even though I couldn’t see around the entire mansion, it looked quite thick and lush. With desperation I considered how it would be to disappear in the forest where I wouldn’t be found. Not by Clay, not by the people on the show, not anyone.

My hands fidgeted with one another, considering what I could do, not liking the fact that I was alone and engulfed with the silence of the house. Deciding to just bide my time I settled down on the bed and grabbed the remote.

There were multiple streaming services that Clay had mentioned that I didn't have back home within the dome. Or it wasn’t really back home, since I didn’t consider that place my home anymore, but it was still where I had come from.

I turned the TV on and was thankful that it functioned similarly to the TV’s within the dome, allowing me to easily open a screen which showed off a bunch of different services which I didn’t know anything about. Youtube, Netflix, Disney+, Prime Video, they all sounded interesting and I ended up clicking on the first one the remote stopped on, Disney+.

With my brows furrowed I clicked on the blue icon and watched as it opened up. After a few seconds of loading it opened and I saw that Clay’s account was the only one there. I clicked on it and the very first thing that came up was a picture of me, saying ‘Watch the Davidson Show Now!’ alongside my smiling face.

Part of me was considering finding something else to watch, but eventually I decided to risk it and clicked on the picture of me. The very first thing that came up was a picture of me from (what looked like) a few months ago and another from when I was young, possibly only five or six. The words alongside it said ‘watch George’s best moments’.

After a moment of thinking I decided to click on it.
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