G had captured you only a month ago. To his good word, he allowed you freedom to some extent. You were allowed the space to roam around the base on your own volition. He never worried about about you leaving - his magic had a strong enough hold on you. Every time you stepped too far away from him you’d see the yellow glow of magic around your ankles. Hell, sometimes he’d yank just to make you tumble. He liked taunting you like that, keeping you under his thumb.