The other George clenches your hand tightly as an expression of pure bliss paints on his face.
"Oh, I've desired this for so long. Finally I'm free!"
A wave of exquisite pain washes over you leaving you trembling and breathless. You feel like his hand was scorching hot and acid at the same time, as if he was draining your life and blood out of it.
"How does it feel now, great slaver? I hope it's painful like being locked away for years in that dark little cell in your heart, with nothing to do but screaming in your dreams as you let our life go to utter waste. 'I cannnot trust you. You are too dangerous. You'll make me hurt people.' Guess what? I dunno if I would have hurt people but I'll sure do now, as soon as I'm done with you and I'll be in charge, starting with that annoying, ever yapping dog. I dunno how you got us out of that hell, but now that we got another opportunity I sure won't let you waste it too. Welcome in your own little personal Hopeless Island, George. Another few moments and finally your rage will break loose as it was meant to be. Enjoy the trip."