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Ever since he started dating Dream, things went terribly wrong. In hindsight, Dream had some obvious red flags, such as being extremely jealous, insecure, and controlling. In fact, he’d recently reached 1 million subscribers on Twitch and was getting closer to Sapnap.

Dream acted accordingly, locking George up in the attic of their house, effectively starving him. It had been three days since Dream locked George in the attic, and George was extremely hungry and somewhat weak. He curled in on himself and wondered what he did wrong. George loved Dream, he provided for George and loved George most of the time, yet he also felt conflicted about Dream. ‘I love him, but does he love me back? What did I do wrong?’ he thought, as the door creaked open.
George sat up tiredly as Dream stalked forward holding a knife.

“Are you going to break my rules next time?” Dream asked, as he crouched down to George’s level, taking George’s chin in his hands. “Too bad there won’t be a next time.”

Dream traced George’s nose with the tip knife, drawing blood. George winced at the sharp sting of the cut. Dream noticed, taking the knife off George’s nose but subsequently slapped George’s cheek, which left a reddening mark.

“Bad boy,” Dream said as he appraised his handiwork. George sat below him, trembling, teary eyed, with a long cut down his nose and a red cheek. Dream smirked.

He brought George to his lap, kissed the top of his head, then stabbed George in the back, hitting his spleen directly and letting a huge gush of blood flow from George’s back. George cried out, but was silenced as Dream stuffed a bloodied hand into George’s mouth.

Dream cut carefully into the front of a writhing George, making sure to only cut into the muscles. He ripped open the skin and muscles, revealing the intestines and liver. He started by cutting out the liver, ignoring the screams of pain George was letting out, and the sizable amount of blood that was leaking onto his lap and the floor. He chopped the liver into bite sized pieces, and stuffed them into George’s mouth, blood and all. George, having a weak gag reflex, could only swallow the liver. Tears were streaming down his face and his body was in shambles.

Halfway through feeding George the liver, Dream noticed that George was unresponsive. He shook George gently, and there was no reaction.
“Shame that you couldn’t last longer,” he muttered as he set George’s body down on the floor and trudged out of the attic.