Separation Anxiety

Chapter Twenty-One | Afraid

~George's P.O.V~

I watched as they left. They were going to look for Clay, but I wasn't really in the mood to go this time. I missed Clay so much that I cried myself to sleep last night, but I managed to get an hour of sleep.

I just laid in bed until I heard the front door open. My first thought was that they came back, but I was quickly stopped in my tracks when a group of men grabbed me.

"Let me go!"

I was knocked cold.

I woke up in a gray room, being watched by a group of men. The first thing I noticed was that I was tied to a chair.

"What the hell do you want from me?!"

I yelled and one of them stepped forward.

"Your help with Dream." 

He laughed, stepping back. Meanwhile, I struggled to get out of the chair.

"If you needed my help that badly, you could have asked me nicely!" 

I yelled at them again.

"We don't think you would volunteer to get beaten up..."

One of them laughed and they stepped forward.

⚠️Trigger Warning: Torture⚠️
Read at your own comfort!

I was attacked by all four of them and there was nothing I could do. I was tied to the chair...

They threw punches and kicks at me. By the time they were finished, I had a bloody nose, bloody lip, black eye, and tons of bruises all over my body.

They set up a camera in front of me while I struggled to sit upright again. I was in pain, but they just started the camera, or at least I thought they did.

"George!" 

I heard a panicked Clay and I tried to speak, but I was too tired from all the struggling.

I was so... weak.

"What the hell did you do to him!" 

I heard Clay yell, I knew he was extremely pissed.

"Dream listen to us! Now if you don't do what we tell you, we will beat George until you apply to our terms." 

One of the men spoke up, coming behind me.

"I can't do it! It's impossible! What you're asking from me is impossible!" 

He was panicking, but the guy behind me took out a knife. I began to panic.

"I swear to god if you hurt him!"

Clay screamed, saying he was pissed was an understatement.

"Do what we tell you Dream, and we'll let him go."

The guy behind me spoke again.

"I can't!" 

Clay screamed, slightly crying, he didn't know what to do. I felt a sharp pain on my face, I was slashed by the knife.

"George!!"

Clay screamed as I felt the blood dripping from the slash on my face.

"Stop this now!" 

Clay screamed, he was different now, something about him was different. I had never seen him so angry.

"You can stop this Dream, just do what is asked of you."