Caged Angel___Dreamnotfound

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Days passed, and George found himself sinking deeper into the dark world of Dream’s castle. The oppressive air weighed on him, and while Dream kept his word—offering safety, luxury, and care—it all came at a cost. George’s freedom was the price.

Every morning, Dream would visit him with some new gift, his way of showing affection. First, it had been the delicate pearl necklace that marked George as Dream’s possession. Then, there were fine clothes, rare foods, and trinkets that would have been fit for royalty. But each gift only served as a reminder of the cage he was trapped in.

On this particular morning, George sat by the window, staring out at the desolate landscape of the Nether. He longed for the open skies of his home, the sun’s warmth on his face. Instead, the horizon was painted in blood-red hues, the world outside as bleak as the one inside.

The door creaked open, and George didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Dream’s presence was unmistakable, his footsteps soft yet commanding as he entered the room. George heard the rustle of fabric as Dream approached, and moments later, the demon lord placed something in his lap.

“I brought you something new, my angel,” Dream said, his voice low and smooth. “I think you’ll like this one.”

George looked down at the item Dream had given him—a small, intricately carved box made of dark wood. Inside, nestled in velvet, was a beautiful bracelet made of shimmering black gems that glowed faintly in the dim light. It was stunning, undoubtedly rare and expensive.

But George didn’t care.

He looked up at Dream, his expression blank, though his heart ached. “Thank you,” he murmured, trying to keep his voice steady, though the words felt hollow.

Dream’s green eyes studied George intently, searching for a reaction. When George didn’t show the excitement he was clearly hoping for, a flicker of frustration passed through Dream’s features.

“Don’t you like it?” Dream asked, his voice tinged with an edge of impatience. “It’s from the depths of the Underrealm, something no one else could give you.”

George forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s… beautiful. Really.”

But Dream wasn’t fooled. He could sense George’s indifference, the way his eyes didn’t light up with joy. And that realization gnawed at him.

For weeks now, Dream had been showering George with gifts, hoping that each one would win him over, make him more compliant, more accepting of his new life. But no matter what Dream gave him, George remained distant, trapped in his own mind, in his longing for freedom.

Dream took a step back, his gaze hardening as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You don’t seem grateful, George,” he said, his voice low, but the underlying threat was clear. “I’ve given you everything—protection, luxury, more than anyone else would offer. And yet, you act as if it means nothing.”

George clenched his hands in his lap, staring down at the bracelet, feeling the weight of Dream’s words pressing down on him. He was grateful, in a way, but not for the reasons Dream expected. He was grateful he was still alive, grateful that Dream hadn’t resorted to more violent means to control him. But that didn’t mean he wanted this.

“I don’t want things, Dream,” George said softly, his voice shaking slightly. “I just want… freedom.”

Dream’s expression darkened, his patience fraying. He knelt down in front of George, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the angel. “Freedom?” Dream repeated, his voice quiet but dangerous. “I told you, there’s no freedom for you outside of this castle. You belong to me now. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be.”