Oh so you like pain huh? Well I got some more for you

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TW: abuse, manipulation, victim blaming, suggested rape

Previously...

It hurt, how George was acting. But I'm not stupid, I can tell there's something deeply wrong going on here. Even if I don't know what it is, George has been my best friend for years. I can figure it out.

So with heavy, regretful steps, I drag my luggage down the sidewalk with me, head hung in worry and shame.

Hold on George, I'm not giving up on you.

George's P.O.V.

I quickly shut the door, hoping Cole didn't see Dream. But when I saw him slam the car door and storm up to the doorstep, I knew I was in trouble.

Fuck.

I didn't bother running- what good would it do? There was no way Cole didn't see Dream moping down the sidewalk.

I guess I should be thankful he didn't go after Dream. That he's going to take it out on me instead, because- even though nothing happened, all I am to him is a slut. A whore.

He stormed in through the door, immediately slapping me across the face. I whimpered, falling to my knees like he was some sort of king.

"How many times do I need to remind you, slut? You're mine, and only mine," Cole hissed, voice like poison. I bowed my head, nodding.

"Yes sir, sorry sir," I babble out quickly. I glance up at him, but all I see is displeasement on his face. I yelp as my collar is grabbed, tugging me up to my feet.

"Shut up, pet. You know what, I think I'll change the rules a little. Kittens don't talk, you know, and neither should you." He smirked, grabbing my face and squeezing it roughly. "Not. A. Word." I struggle to nod through his grip, but the message is sent.

From now on, I won't say a word. I must please Cole, or else... it's just better this way.

"Good boy. Now... since you decided to be a dirty slut, you can go to the bedroom. When I get in there, you better be ready for me, ass up."

All I can do is nod. Nod, like this is some sort of agreement. Nod, like I enjoy this.

Nod, like I'm not slowly drifting away from life.

The trek to the bedroom is shorter than I remember. It almost feels like not enough time, not enough excuses, not enough. I'm not enough. This is too much. Where am I? I feel like I'm spiraling out of control.

What even is existence, anyway? Is it nothing but pain? Because I'm finding it real difficult to find a positive side to any of this.

Maybe I deserve it. Maybe I was a bad person. I should've been better, I should've been less selfish, I should've been a decent fucking human being. Maybe this is all punishment for something horrible I did. Karma, I guess.

But it doesn't matter why it's happening, does it? Because either way, it's still happening. And I can't stop it. I sent Dream away, who was probably my only hope.

It's all my fault. Maybe I do deserve this.

Either way, Cole is going to be here soon. I strip down with trembling hands, letting out a sob as I lay flat against the bed. When the knob jiggles, I quickly pull my knees closer, propped up on all fours so Cole doesn't punish me further.

Please, just let this be over quick.

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