Georges eyes widened as he back up, only going about a few inches before he hit the bed. His breathing was jagged and scared, as he stared at Dream with wide eyes.
The tall Mafia leader stared back at him, a smile underneath the eerie mask.
"Oh come on, don't be afraid of me. Why would I hurt you? See, if I wanted you dead, I would have killed you in that alley Instead of knocking you out."
George glupped, and hesitantly spoke.
"T-then why am I here?"
Dream started to walk over, but when he saw George panic even more, he stopped. He stood at the edge of the bed now, staring at his victim.
"Well there could be many reasons. You could have something I want, you could hold significance to someone I need something from, or.. I could just want you. You were a hard one to track down, but once I got information that you were on one of my cases, well.. I just had to go and see it for myself."
George was shaking. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't do anything. His brain screamed at him to run, but thanks to the chain there was no place to run. And he had checked the bathroom, the only lock was one on the outside to lock someone inside. He couldn't hide there.
Dream smiled under his mask, and walked back to the door, making sure it was locked before he removed his mask. He looked at George with a smirk, his green eyes.. soft?
"Oh come on George, would I ever hurt you? The only times I have were accidents."
George stared at the man, trying to stay tense and scared, but his body and mind started to betray him already, and he relaxed slightly at the sight of his old friend. Dream looked so different, his clear, soft skin was rough and scared, a scar running from above his left eyebrow, across his nose, and down to his right cheek, almost reaching his jaw. He still had freckles on his nose and cheeks, along with the same, strong jawline and cheek bones, but there was also the fact that his hair was longer then before. And his skin looked no longer taken care of.
In this time where George was calm, Dream slowly moved forward once more, walking very slowly over as to not take the other out of this trance. He gently set his mask on the table beside the bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Once he felt the beds weight shift, he snapped out of it. He immediately scrambled away from Dream, going as far as the chain would let him, while still staying on the bed. He stared at the man with wide eyes, trying to figure a way to get out of here.
Dream sighed a little, and he fixed his hair
"Aren't you going to say something? Don't you have questions?"
George glupped, and slowly looked dream up and down, looking for something, anything. But he didn't find anything. Not even a weapon.
"I.. why am I here? What did I do to deserve this? am I just meant to be your pet or some twisted shit?!"
George got up off the bed, gaining more confidence as he spoke, and more anger as well.
"Why are you keeping me here?! What did I ever do to you?! I just want to go home!"
Dream smiled, looking at George. He leaned his head to the side, a twisted satisfaction on his face.
"Haven't you heard?"
George glupped, and backed himself against the wall.
"H-heard what, y-you.. you.. p-piece of shit?"
Dream chuckled without humor, and put back on his mask.
"This is your home."

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FanfictionThis fic is a enemy to lover's Dream not found, so if you don't like that, scroll and don't leave hate. I'll just delete it. {this is a Mafia au as well, just because I can.} Dream and George had a pretty bad falling out after a already bad enough f...