OMG, I'M CRYING I'M SO HAPPY!! 

I was scrolling on my account and saw this!

THANK YOU ALL FOR THIS!!!!

To show my gratitude, I'm putting together another chapter at 11:01pm when I'm meant to be asleep.

without further ado, enjoy!!

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3rd person POV:

George opened his eyes and went to rub them when he realized that he couldn't move his arms. He looks around to see he's in the same room as before, but he's in a chair with his arms and legs tied to it. He goes to scream, but his mouth is covered with a rag.

Moments later, Dream comes barging in with blood all over him.

"Oh!" He chirps out when he sees George has awoken, "sorry about earlier, but I had company and couldn't have you alert them. You just made it worse by angering me. I was planning on just telling you to keep quiet."

Dream knelt down and reached out to take the rag out of George's face, but he just pulled away, making it difficult for Dream to do so. 

"Calm down, Georgie. I just want to take off the rag," he expressed assuringly.

George slowly stopped pulling away and moved towards Dream for him to take it off without struggle.

He took off the rag and tossed it across the room, not caring where it went.

George glared at him with both fear and anger at the man who looked back at him through the mask on his face.  

"What's that look for, Georgie?" Dream tilted his head as he spoke.

"You sick asshole," George managed to get out without stuttering. 

The mood coming off of Dream immediately changed as he stood back up and silently left the room, not bothering to unbind George's legs and hands from the chair.

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I'm sorry it's short and rushed, but it's now 11:34pm and I need to get my sleep schedule on track. 

I promise the next chapter will be at least 1,000 words long.

440 words