A surprised cry escaped his lips. A sharp stinging pain throbbed in his cheek.

"Now are you going to listen to me and open your mouth like a good boy?" George yanked his chin upwards, forcing him to look up.

"I-I---" His head whipped to the side when George slapped him again.

"Well?" George demanded.

"Y-Yes!" He yelled, tears glazing his blue eyes.

George smiled.

"Good." His thumb delicately brushed his bruised cheek. "Now open up."