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That day, Sapnap had been streaming, and had offered to let George join in with him, but he had politely declined since he was determined to finish up editing his last recorded video. While he was sitting on his desk, doing his work with Sapnap's stream open next to him, a soothing background noise, he perked up as he heard an added voice. His lips twitched into a smile as he figured that Dream, probably being bored out of his mind and not wanting to bother George whilst he was working, went into Sapnap's room to sit with him and keep him company, interacting with the chat. He listened to his two best friends conversing and went back to work, a pleasant feeling settling in his chest.
He reached towards his metallic cup, about to take a sip, but found it to be empty. He opened his small fridge under his desk and grabbed the carton of apple juice, a groan escaping his lips as he threw it to the trash, empty. He was too bored to go all the way downstairs and refill his drink, so he opted to simply go into Dream's room which was across from his, knowing that the man had a mini-fridge inside his room, as all three of them did.
George stepped inside the room, heading towards Dream's working desk, and bent down, opening the small, black-colored fridge. He grabbed the carton of apple juice and poured some into his cup. Once he was done, he straightened up, heading back towards the door.
As his hand covered the handle, he paused, staring at it blankly. Then, George swallowed thickly and turned to look over his shoulder, glancing at Dream's computer. It was right there, unguarded, available for him to look around in.
What would he even search for? He had no clue. Not to mention that George would be overstepping their boundaries and will be looking through Dream's private stuff without his consent. He knew that it was wrong, and his chest tightened at the thought, ashamed, but his legs moved on their own, nearing the computer as he grabbed the seat and sat down.
He knew that it was wrong and immoral, and felt like shit for doing it, but he wanted- needed some answers. Whatever they might be.
With quivering hands, he reached to the monitor, powering it up. He only had to wait for a second or two before it was open, the lock screen flashing in front of him. George let out a quiet curse under his breath, glancing back towards the door before he brought his attention to the computer screen.
Password, password, password. What would Dream have as his password?
George typed in Dream's birthday, the most obvious one, but to no avail. Next, he tried typing in random number combinations, but everything came out negative.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, come on." He tried another one, although he had lost all hope, he should stop this, if this didn't work, he'd close the computer and-
Welcome.
George's lips parted, gawking at the computer screen. Dream's password was his birthday?
Later , he thought, he'd think about that later. He grabbed the mouse and started searching, for what exactly, he wasn't sure; anything, everything, something to explain all of these frantic thoughts, something to prove that he wasn't completely insane.
George was close to giving up entirely when with one click, it popped up. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused for a second as to what he was seeing, the image not having registered in his mind. Then, as he slowly opened up the full panel, a lump formed inside his throat.
On the screen, there was a system of security cameras installed all over the house. This should have been normal, having security cameras around the house wasn't uncommon in America. However, what made the difference were cameras installed inside the house, in every single room; the living room, kitchen, even the bathrooms. Then, as George clicked over, he froze.
The file was named Section 3 . That was what chilled him down to his bones as his eyes darted over every single different camera, over every different angle that showed his bedroom in great detail.
"What the fuck..." he whispered, not able to believe his eyes.
"You just don't know when to quit..."
He violently flinched, whipping around, eyes wide, his features twisting into one of horror as he met Dream's eyes.
"Do you, Georgie?"
He could do nothing but remain there, seated, completely frozen in place. There was nothing but adoration in Dream's eyes, nothing but pure affection and warmth, which is what made this whole ordeal so, so wrong, an unsettling feeling swirling low in his gut.
"I told you not to let him in your room alone, but you never listen to me." He glanced over as Sapnap appeared, leaning against the doorway, nudging Dream so casually, as if this was normal, as if nothing was wrong.
Dream sighed, "I was just curious to see what he would do, alright?"
George gritted his teeth, anger flaring up inside him as the two conversed as if he wasn't there, completely ignoring him.
"I'm right here." He bit out, hands balling into fists.
However, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them instantly, now barely keeping himself from squirming under their intense gazes.
"Of course." Sapnap piped in, smiling at him, "There's no way we could ever forget about you, darling. We're sorry about that."
"Stop." He whispered, "stop that. Stop pretending, stop acting as if you care."
They both frowned, and Dream took a step closer, hand outstretched forward. "Baby, why would you think that? You know we love you more than anything else in the world."
He shook his head, "Don't!" He snapped, and Dream halted. "Don't come near me. I... I need answers, and you will give them to me."
Dream nodded, "Yeah, of course, whatever you want, Georgie."
Stop it , his mind screamed at them, stop caring so much, stop loving me so much.
I won't be able to hate you, then.
"What is this?" He asked, gesturing at the computer screen behind him.
"What do you mean, Gogy?"
"Stop!" he turned towards Sapnap, his eyebrows pinching forward in frustration, "Stop playing dumb with me. You both know exactly what's going on. What the fuck is this? You've been watching me all this time like some kind of creeps? Watching me while I sleep? What the fuck is wrong with you? That's fucking disgusting!" He exploded, pouring out all of his bottled-up emotions, chest heaving with each labored breath.
Immediately, both Dream's and Sapnap's features shifted into something empty, unreadable, nerve-wracking. At the time, he had meant every single word, yet now, thinking back to it, George was slowly starting to realize the gravity of his disadvantage. What if he said something that they didn't like, what then? Would they hurt him?
No, they wouldn't, they couldn't. George reminded himself that this was Dream and Sapnap, his two best friends, the two people that he valued more than anyone in this entire world, surely they wouldn't hurt him.
Right?
"That wasn't very nice." Dream deadpanned, his face betraying nothing.
"I- I'm just- you have to understand how this looks for me, Dream," he started hesitantly, terror finally starting to creep in, licking up his arms and legs, spreading like a wildfire. "You guys invaded my privacy and might have done so many other things without my knowledge- that's, that's not okay."
A frown formed on Sapnap's face. "But then we wouldn't be able to see you. I don't like it when I can't see you, Gogy." He whined.
That's the whole point, he thought, but refrained from voicing his thoughts, afraid of what more resistance would entail.
"We're sorry, we didn't think about that. You know we love you, right? We- we did this for you, Georgie, we had to make sure that you're safe. We can't lose you." Dream offered him a timid smile, a vulnerable look flashing in his emerald eyes, seeking acceptance and understanding.
As the words settled into his mind, the hair on his nape stood up, a chill running down his spine.
They're insane. There's something wrong with them, this isn't Dream and Sapnap, this isn't the Dream and Sapnap that I know and love, he screamed at his mind.
Yet you still love them, you'll let them destroy you, his mind whispered back at him.
He needed to leave, he needed to find a way and sneak out, go away, away from here, run as fast as he could-
"I-I know," he breathed, forcing a small smile on his lips. "That's why I- I need some time to think on this, okay? Just- just need some space, y-yeah."
"Whatever you need, baby." Sapnap smiled and Dream nodded. George slowly stood up, and walked up to the door, coming closer to them. Once he was close enough, they both backed up, making room for him to leave, which he did, walking up to his room.
"Love you."
They called out and he threw a quick smile over his shoulder before stepping into his room, closing the door behind him. He robotically made his way towards his bed, crawling further upon it. George laid there, curled up in a fetal position, mind completely blank from dread as he felt hundreds of eyes all around him, glaring right through him.
It was a few hours after the dreadful encounter, late in the afternoon when George stirred, deciding that enough hours had passed not to make it seem suspicious. He was aware of the eyes in every corner of the house watching him, always watching him. He had to be careful, although he didn't know how inconspicuous he could be when every single move of his was being recorded.
He quietly opened his door and padded downstairs, walking towards the kitchen. He got a glass from the cabinet and then grabbed some apple juice from the fridge, hoping that it would help calm his trembling body, at least. George stayed there for several minutes, with his eyes closed, basking in the silence for a while. His chest tightened as he realized that Dream and Sapnap had indeed heard his wishes and were letting him have space, leaving him quite literally the whole house to himself.
His fingers tightened around the glass, a sardonic smile twisting his features as he glared down at the glass, marveling at how easily he broke.
It was now or never.
With a deep breath, he placed his glass in the sink and started moving back towards the living room, where the front door was. If he made a run for it, he would be able to get out before Dream or Sapnap had any chance to come out and get to him. Ideally, taking the car would be the best option, but it was futile, as he didn't have a driver's license yet.
As soon as he stepped out to the hallway, he turned right and rushed to the front door. When his hand grabbed the doorknob, he heard a soft click. He tried to yank the door open, but it refused to budge.
"No, no, no, no, please ," he cried, yanking at it again and again. He glanced around, eyes falling on the keys on top of the stand next to him. He snatched them and struggled to get the correct one, cursing as his hands shook, his mind in disarray.
His body seized up as he heard two doors open simultaneously, hurried footsteps on the floor above him.
"C'mon please, c'mon, c'mon , please, please," his vision started to become blurry from the unshed tears that swam into his eyes.
"George,"
A voice called behind him, but he ignored it, frantically trying in one of the keys, a sob escaping his lips when he dropped them to the ground.
"George, honey, look at us."
He shook his head, legs wobbling under him, his strength, any resolve in him slowly leaving his body as he slid down on his knees. George pressed his forehead against the door as the footsteps slowly inched closer and closer from behind, eyes falling shut as quiet sobs started to wrack through his body, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.
"P-Please," he begged, the word leaving his lips in repeat under his breath, a broken whisper.
He cried out as arms were wrapped around him, picking him up from the floor, and before he had any time to fight back, unconsciousness engulfed him, a promising darkness surrounding him.
A soft groan escaped his lips, slowly regaining consciousness. George’s face scrunched up as he became aware of his surroundings. His hand brushed against soft sheets, yet for some reason, it was awfully difficult to freely move his limb, as if there was an added weight. At the sound of metal clinking, his eyes snapped open, his heart plummeting to his stomach at the sight before him. There were thick cuffs locked around his right wrist, a chain connected to it, leading all the way to one of the metal bars on the headboard.
His eyes darted around the unknown room he found himself in, his breath starting to come out in short, frenzied pants, the dreaded realization dawning on his face. They had him. Brief memories of him trying to escape from the front door flashed through his mind, and then nothing. Darkness. He was probably knocked out cold, and brought here, wherever this was.
Even though the only furniture filling up the room was this single bed positioned at the far right corner and a small nightstand next to it, there was barely any room for movement. It was a plain grey color, four walls enclosing around him, with two doors. One to the wall at his left, and the other at the wall to his right, just in front of the bed.
George grabbed the blanket that was covering the lower half of his body and flicked it to the side, moving his feet onto the cold floor. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as he numbly stared at the cuff that was fastened around his left ankle, locked to one of the bedposts, ensuring his inability to escape. Then, from the corner of his eyes, he caught a tiny flickering red light and looked up. His throat clogged up at the sight of a camera nailed to the corner of the room across from him, its lenses pointed straight at him.
They are probably watching me right now, he thought in dismay, and buried his face into his hands, fighting back the tears that formed in his eyes. God, what would become of him now? If they were to keep him in this room, shunned away from the rest of the world, wouldn’t people start to wonder about his sudden disappearance? And if he were to attempt and escape (although it seemed impossible at the moment), would they hurt him? Beat him into silence?
What could George even do ? What did he even want to do? If he was given the chance, would he call the police? Would he turn them in? The rational part of him howled at him to get help, to contact someone, anyone, to get him out of this situation. Yet, the mere thought of never being able to see, to touch, to exist with Dream and Sapnap again numbed him to the core with paralyzing fear, the remnant of something void leaving its print at his soul.
What would become of him without them? What could he be without them? How could he live without them? How could he ever return back to having a normal life, when the constant reminder of his two best friends’ absence would haunt George forever?
“Oh god,” his lower lip trembled, slapping his hands over his mouth as his gut twisted. He fought to swallow down the bile that rose in his throat.
The shackles had always been there, piercing his bleeding heart, sealing his fate away for eternity. The shackles that now decorated his wrist and ankle were just a physical manifestation of something that was always there.
And he let them be there.
George’s eyes snapped towards the soft click of a door, the chains rattling as he shuffled further back into the bed, pushing his back flush against the wall behind him whilst Sapnap appeared from the door to his left. He directed his attention to the tray that Sapnap was carrying, eyeing its contents as Sapnap stepped closer, carefully placing the tray on the nightstand.
He was shocked to find Sapnap’s head lowered, his friend nervously picking at his nails, looking anywhere but him.
“I- we thought you’d be hungry,” Sapnap mumbled as he awkwardly waved a hand towards the tray, “also, the door to your right, it- that's the bathroom. We made sure the chains are long enough for you to be able to go when needed. If- if you want anything else, please let me know, okay?”
Silence engulfed them as he pulled his knees against his chest. Sapnap dared to steal a quick glance towards George, and as soon as their eyes met, he averted them, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck. George’s forehead creased as, in that split second, he could see the sheer guilt filling Sapnap's eyes.
“Are you feeling okay? No headache or anything, right? Because yesterday you kinda hit your head when you collapsed, and we were worried that-”
“Where’s Dream?” he interrupted, his voice surprisingly steady.
“He’s upstairs, streaming. We- we didn’t want to raise any... suspicion, so we had to keep the schedule normally.” Sapnap explained, fidgeting.
He nodded, and after several seconds of silence, he asked the question that had been keeping him troubled.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
Sapnap whipped his head up, mouth falling open, his features freezing into a stunned expression before his eyes went round with horror, paling. “No!” he declared with a shout, and blew out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair, slightly tugging at it.
“God, Georgie, honey, baby, of course not, why- why would you even think that?” Then, Sapnap lowered himself to the ground, hands clenching around the bed sheets in front of George’s feet, peering up at him, eyes glossy. “Is that- is that what you think of us?”
He bowed his head, and shrugged, “Can you blame me?” he murmured and lifted his right hand, giving it a shake, the metallic chains clinking, “I obviously saw something that I shouldn’t have, so you guys brought me here as a... punishment. Am I wrong?”
Sapnap shook his head, and reached forward, carefully placing his hand on top of George’s left shin. “George, you- you were going to leave us,” he choked out, as if the word physically pained him, “we couldn’t allow that to happen, not when we finally had you. What would we ever do without you, Gogy? How could we possibly survive?” Sapnap offered him a small smile, giving him a gentle squeeze. “We’re so sorry about how things turned out, but you have to understand, darling, we didn’t have any other choice. All we wanted was to keep you safe, we couldn’t risk it.”
In that moment, watching as a lone tear broke free, rolling down the side of Sapnap’s face, kneeling in front of him, George believed him. He believed each word, each promise, each profound confession. In front of him stood not his captor, but a pained soul, overflowing with such an immense amount of love that drowned every rationality away.
He sniffed, and timidly reached down, covering Sapnap’s hand with his own. “I’m scared,” he confessed, and Sapnap immediately turned his hand, clasping George’s hand, their fingers interlocked.
“I- I’m scared , Sapnap.”
“Baby,” Sapnap pleaded, and pushed off the ground, shuffling forward as he wrapped his arms around George, pulling him close against his chest. “Me and Dream will protect you, okay? Keep you safe. You won’t have anything to worry about, nothin’ to be scared of.”
Sapnap pressed a gentle kiss on top of George’s head, and finally, the thin string that was holding on for dear life snapped in half, choked sobs wracking through his quivering body. Sapnap held him in his arms, tenderly rubbing his back, a few kisses here and there, hushing him, softly humming some melody.
I’m scared that I’ll like it more than I already do. Scared of this sick feeling blooming inside my chest every time my name spills out of your lips like I’m your most prized possession, of the way I’m the only thing that occupies your mind, as you do mine.
It must have been at least a week before George was allowed to roam the house again. Of course, Dream and Sapnap were with him at all times, whenever he walked inside the house. They couldn't keep him in that room more than they already had (even though George could clearly tell that they wanted nothing more than to hole him up there and keep him locked away forever) as fans were already starting to question his whereabouts. However, as he slept inside his room again, the chains around his wrist and ankle were always present during the night, a delectable reminder.
The streams went smoothly, completely normal for the rest of the world, as George acted accordingly. It's not as if Dream and Sapnap would hurt or punish him if he were to do anything drastic; no, his life and integrity weren't threatened in the least, he was well aware of that now. The first time they all streamed together after they let him up in his room, Dream and Sapnap were anxious throughout the whole stream, conscious of every single of George's words and movements through his webcam, making sure that he wouldn't reveal anything that would out the situation.
Of course, George did nothing of the sort. Instead, as they streamed together bedwars, he was happier than ever; delighted grins, beaming smiles, and wholehearted laughs. People thought this positive change to his behavior was him moving in with his longtime friends, which, partially, was true, yet George's heart swelled for another reason.
The intense, dark gleam flickering inside Dream's eyes every time they fell upon George. The sick, near-insane smile of satisfaction that would decorate Sapnap's face at the sight of George's cuffed limbs to the bed.
He devoured it all. He devoured their love, their psychosis, the touch of possessiveness in every kiss, in every caress, in every look. Their soft promises of eternity, the sighs of belonging, of home, of vows that bind them together in this life, the next one, and in death.
George had found love in the most beautiful form.
"Dream," he breathed and the man's fingers paused their comforting movement through his locks.
"Yes, honey?"
"Can I have a kiss?"
Dream chuckled, muttering a small 'Of course' and shifted from behind him, fingers tenderly brushing over George's neck, traveling up his jaw. His head was slightly turned, tilted to the side, and he blinked up, lips twitching into a smile as his eyes roamed over Dream's face, admiring the man's freckled face and beautiful eyes. He slowly leaned forward, pausing when their faces were inches apart, soft puffs of air mingling together. Not a second later, Dream closed the tiny gap between them, connecting their lips. George blew out a small, content sigh and brought his hand over their shoulders, fingers clenching tenderly around blonde strands just above Dream's nape.
A hand came to rest on his hip, a thumb rubbing at his hipbone as lips slowly, lovingly moved against each other. George backed away just an inch before pressing small pecks over Dream's lips, smiling as he could feel the man starting to tremble beneath his touch.
George drew back and rested his head on Dream's shoulder, withdrawing his hand from the man's head as it now came to rest upon the hand on his hip.
"Too much?" He cooed, eyes crinkling fondly as his smile widened at the flush that dusted over Dream's cheeks.
"Quite the opposite," he replied, his voice thick with emotion, "God, Georgie, the things I wanna do to you."
"Yeah?" He breathed, his eyes half-lidded as he licked over his lower lip. "Why don't you let me know as well."
Dream shook his head, "I don't- there's just so much," he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing inside his throat. "All these screaming thoughts inside my head begging me to love you, destroy you, to devour you until all you feel is me."
It should terrify him of what Dream and Sapnap were capable of, it should downright paralyze him with fear. Instead, George felt that familiar euphoric feeling starting to build deep inside his chest, steadily traveling south, a gorgeously vile sense of arousal.
"That better be a promise." He said heatedly, which got an instant reaction as Dream's fingers on his hip tightened, digging ever so slightly into his skin.
Then, the door to his room opened as Sapnap stepped in, closing it shut behind him.
"Sap," George called, a delighted tone in his voice as the missing, remaining empty puzzle pieces in his heart started to form themselves back together, "Sap, come here."
The man instantly perked up, complying, walking closer to them. George shifted, parting his legs, and immediately, Sapnap got into the bed, crawling forward on his knees in the empty space between his legs.
" Gogy ," Sapnap sighed, lying against his chest, arms wrapping around his waist as he stared up at him, eyes sparkling with awe. "Missed you."
He chuckled and cupped Sapnap's cheek, his heart skipping a beat as the man leaned his head against him. Then, Sapnap inched closer, glancing at his lips before directing his gaze up at him, a silent plea inside his eyes. George nodded, and in the next second, his lips were captured into a sensual, but tender kiss. He let his eyelids fall shut and cocked his head to the side, hands coming around Sapnap’s back, fisting the fabric of his hoodie.
After several seconds, they broke apart, both of them panting heavily as they gazed into each other, Sapnap’s eyes dilated, a shroud of mist glazed over them. George was no better, his toes curling at the lightheaded, out-of-breath state he was in.
“Me too, gimme kisses,” came Dream’s whine from behind him, and he and Sapnap snickered, sensing the pout in his tone.
“Come here, you big baby.” Sapnap smiled, propping onto his knees, and leaned up, meeting Dream halfway over George’s shoulder, trapping him between their bodies as they shared a lazy kiss.
For several minutes they remained there, cuddled up together, sharing kisses. With each passing second, the tension in George’s abdomen seemed to grow, hips twitching, knuckles white from his firm grip, holding onto them, but it wasn’t enough, he needed more, more, more, so much more-
“More,” he rasped, a gasp escaping his lips as teeth grazed over the hollow of his neck, “I- I need more,”
“What do you want?” Sapnap purred as he caught George’s lower lip between his teeth, lightly tugging just enough for a droplet of crimson to appear. “Use your words, darling.”
More.
“Please-”
George grabbed Dream’s hand that was on his hip, pulled it up, and guided the palm over his throat, thick, strong fingers wrapping around him. Two audible gasps were heard as he applied pressure, a breathy moan escaping his lips at the immediate constriction of oxygen.
Everything.
Revolting tendrils, a reflection of his soul, uncurled as they slowly loomed closer, twisting, slithering around two helpless souls, enclosing around each limb, creeping around their necks, around their heads, shielding their eyes away from the monstrosity before them. Jagged thorns pierced their delicate flesh, a trail of deep crimson dripping down their bodies, rolling down their cheeks.
They despised each other. They would kill, torture, and destroy each other.
They were in love.