George's head was hanging forward but he didn't look like himself- his hair was combed differently, his eyes looked like they'd been smudged with black makeup and his posture was collapsed like a rag doll. He was being held up only by duct tape around his chest holding him to the back of the chair, with his arms stuck behind him, somehow.

Ezra stepped forward and stood beside George. He lifted George's head by grabbing a fist full of the hair on his head and yanking it upwards. We see that his mouth had been taped shut and his darkened eyes were barely open.

"No... George," I whispered, my voice breaking.

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George looked thin. Too thin. Like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

"What've you done to him?!" I screeched, fighting against my restraints.

The rope was bruising my skin as I desperately scrabbled to get out. Ezra's thumb was grazing over George's cheek, in an affectionate way; the way I used to do. He delicately stroked his face and ran his fingers through George's dark hair.

"Very pretty, George is," Ezra amused, glancing at me, then tilting George's head to face mine, "Don't you think so Dream?"

I gritted my teeth together, completely and utterly unprepared for what he was about to do next.

Ezra brought his hands to George's cheeks, and pressed his lips against his. He kissed him. It was long and painful to watch, Ezra closed his eyes as he did so. He then removed his hands from his cheeks and put one of them at the back of George's neck, kissing him again.

It was torture to watch. Seeing George so close but just out of my reach; seeing that monster kissing my George.

I didn't cry though, or shout or talk at all. Ezra was trying to make me angry and I wasn't giving in. Slowly, Ezra cut away the duct tape that held George up. George fell to the floor, too exhausted physically and emotionally to hold himself up. Ezra crouched down to his level, kissing him over and over again, smirking as he did so.

"You love me George, don't you?," he murmured into George's skin. George was struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Don't you?," Ezra repeated and George still stayed silent.

Rage overpowered Ezra's face and he grabbed George by the throat and smashed him against the floorboards. The whole house reverberated from the impact as Ezra wrapped his fingers around his neck, allowing not even a sliver of oxygen into his lungs.

"STOP IT!" I screamed thrashing around in the ropes, "PLEASE EZRA STOP IT YOU'RE KILLING HIM!"

George was choking, gasping for air, his fingers desperately trying to pry the fingers away from his throat.

"Say it," Ezra growled through clenched teeth.

Still, he said nothing.

"SAY IT!" he yelled.

George was gasping for air as Ezra hit him hard against the concrete floor. I was sobbing, begging him to stop.

Finally, George choked out, "I-love-you."

Ezra removed him fingers grin his throat. George crumpled to the floor. His chest was rising and falling in uneven patterns; he was barely hanging onto consciousness. Ezra had an evil grin plastered on his face and he was glaring directly at me.

Then, he slowly started approaching me. "Did you hear that?" he snickered, "He loves me."

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mini chapter sorry >:(