Impossible love (dreamxgeorgenotfound)

Chapter 18 - Step four

Clay stood outside Georges apartment. The hallways were painfully silent, a deafening silence. It made him anxious, almost hyperventilating right outside the door he so very much wanted to slam open and kill the bitch inside.

But he couldn't. He was scared, anyone could see it from a mile away at this point. He felt tears pushing from behind his eyes, legs weak as fuck. He wanted to throw up, all his emotions that was stopping him from doing what he needed to do.

He made himself think about all the times Diana had hurt George. When she hit him, when she was flirting with Clay, when she fucking cut his own throat. She almost killed Clay, and George. He let the anger boil freely in his mind, rage wanting to get loose and make Dianas life a living hell.

The anger pushed the tears away, the anger lead him through it all. Now more than ever, he needed to be confident, not showing any signs off weakness infront Diana. He breathed in deeply, and out. The tall boy repositioned his backpack so it sat better on his back, and took a step forward. Now or never

He made himself to be calm, this wouldn't work otherwise. He took out a rope from his backpack, holding it tightly in his left hand. If this went wrong, Clay would never forgive himself. He needed to have controll. He saw his own right hand move towards the door, and form itself into a fist.

Step four
The visit.

Knock

Knock

Was heard, echoing throw the corridors. But no one opened the door. This was when Clay felt something was wrong, even a dead person would sense something was off. It took too long, for everything to be okay. Everything was completely still for a moment. He repositioned and leant towards the wall on his right. Luckily for him, they didn't have a peephole to look through.

He heard a faint scream "what the fuck are you doing?!"

George.

What did she do to him? He felt all blood in his body starting to boil in rage. Silent made itself heard once again. Only for words in complete fear made itself heard right after, loud and clear.

"SHE'S GOT A FUCKING KNIFE!"

Clay's heart started raising. Every heartbeat banging  against his chest. Fuck.

Clay crouched down to the floor, hoping Diana wouldn't suspect it. He made it in time just as the door flung open, a wild Diana with pure evil in her eyes. Those eyes searched for Clay, but she only had a moment before she was aggressively tackled to the ground by the taller man.

He pinned her both hands down to the floor as he threw the rope away next to them. He put both her hands in one of his, and grabbed her own knife. Clay started laughing uncontrollably, sitting over her. He felt so much controll, he was so much stronger than her. The now psycho Clay, put Dianas own knife to her throat.

"Remember when we were in this exact situation, but only switched roles?" He grinned down on her. To his surprise, she didn't look scared at all. This bitch was enjoying this, wasn't she?
"Well, Im not going to use this on you, that's no fun. Is it?" Her pleased eyes, switched to complete horror. She realised she were fucked, nowhere to flee or hide.

Clay heard sobbing from the room where George was locked inside. "What'd you do to him" his eyes narrowed as he stared right into her eyes, tightning his grip around her wrists. "Nothing" she smirked. Why the fuck?

Clay threw the knife far away, and picked up the rope instead. With the rope he tied Dianas arms together, as he tightened it She grit her teeth as a pained sound escaped her mouth. This only satisfied Clay. He wanted her to be in pain, deep unbearable pain.

He lifted her up, and with force threw her down onto the livingroom sofa, reliving memories from their previous encounter. "Where the fuck is the key?" He growled. The question gave Diana a wide grin on her face. "I hid it" she hummed back playfully. Clay knew she did everything to piss him off, and it worked.

"why dont you look after it, pretty boy?" She said as she sligthly spread her legs. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He froze in chock as he stared down at her from where he stood. She only giggled as a response."You are sick, you know that right?" Diana remained silent. After a moment she bit her lip and locked their eyes.

"Im waiting"

Clay felt disgusted. But he knew this was the only way to get George out of there. But he also knew he satisfied Diana while he did what he was about to do, and that made him feel sick to his stomach. "I hate you, so fucking much you pshyco bitch" he said as he awkwardly made his way over to her, and crouched down.

"Oh sorry, I forgot that you're a little piece of gay shit"  she said as she grinned. "As I've said before, too bad. You're really cute"

Clay was about to throw up, no joke. He felt it so close when he moved his hand towards Dianas tights. Whatever he did, he couldn't flee the fact that Diana loved every moment of this. Seeing clay so uneased and uncomfortable. The sick look in his eyes. Everything, was all to her favor.

Clay took a deep breath and moved his hand to the hem of her tights, going under it and her underwear. Quickly he pushed his hand down to where he assumed the sick fuck put the key. Soon he felt it, but that wasn't the only thing he felt. Diana was so wet, Clays hand was almost fully covered. He quickly grabbed the key and jumped back, down to the floor.

"You are so fucking disgusting"
That was what threw it over the edge, Clay's puke ofcourse. It flowed all over Diana, whose expression turned from evily happy to pure disgust. "Thats how much you disgust me" he shouted angrily and ran to the bathroom. He cleaned his face off with water, then his hand and the key.

It was completely silent on the other side of the door when Clay knocked on it.

"George?"

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I stayed up all night writing this, hope u like it kittens.

I know im sick you dont need to tell me.

I'll edit spelling errors and such when I wake up.

Cat❤️✨🐝