For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares.
These nightmares always had five things in common.
In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way.
In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt.
In every one, there was someone cackling in the background.
In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up.
And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear.
"I'll see you soon, Georgie."
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