One wrong move // (Discontinued) Dreamnotfound

The Job

TW: Death threats, brief mentions of weapons, cussing. If I'm missing any please comment them --->

George POV

shit shit shit shit SHIT!

Did I really just tell the person who KIDNAPPED me, KILLS people on a regular basis, runs the most DANGEROUS mafia on the continent, and probably has multiple weapons on him that I'm bisexual.

Yep...

Now this is the part where he laughs at me, or calls me sinful or some shit like that before murdering me with whatever weapon or method he sees necessary.

However he does none of these things.

"Interesting... Good to know." I hear from the corner of the room that the masked man is still sitting in.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Thank god. 

That could have been so bad. But what did he mean by 'good to know'? Eh, I don't really care, all I know is that I'm not about to be murdered because of me saying that I'm bi to a mafia leader.

I hope...

As I was about to start thinking of my next question. He speaks up again. "Well, I like to have some information about my workers to get to know them, especially if those are workers that I'm going to be around more often."

It's like he read my mind... "Thanks, I was just about to ask that."

"You did." he responds with a matter-of-factually voice.

"What?" I ask, clearly confused

I could have sworn I heard a tea kettle somewhere nearby, before I heard Dream say "You said 'I'm bi, why' so you did ask."

oh... So he didn't read my mind, I'm just stupid... "That also technically that also counts as your question."

Wow, what a gentleman... I was about to argue but decided against it. I'll just wait till after this question to ask another.

"Are you going to accept the job as my personal assistant? Or will I just have to kill you and find someone else?" His voice returning to the same deep, and intimidating tone as it was when I first woke up. I hadn't even noticed it getting lighter and lighter until it was gone.

Before it was as if I was just talking to an everyday person. NOT this monster of a person.

But now I suppose I need to actually consider this... Was I going to become this monsters personal assistant? "Yes."

Oh come on people, you would have done the same in my position. I mean how is this even a question. It's either that or death.

"Great, let's go then." He says getting out of his chair.

"Wait, you trust me just like that?" I ask, suspiciously.

"Of course, If you try to do anything stupid then I have guards surrounding every square foot of the base aware of who you are, and I can always just kill you if needed." He says as if it was obvious.

I tense up slightly at his words.

He takes out a key from one of the chains connecting to his belt and unlocks the door.

As he pushes on the door I'm met with a slightly better lit hallway going both left and right with dark gray rough walls  and a few more doors on either side of the hallway. The doors all have silver numbers on them and most of them also seem to have some way to barricade them shut from the outside.

After a moment of adjusting to the brighter light, I notice dream takes a right and I'm quick to follow him, figuring it would be better to stay close.