Bonds // Engineer x y/n (Prometheus)

Chapter 34: Sit

"Is there something you want to say to me?" he grunts, turning his head to look down at you.
You snap out of it. Shaking your head quickly.
"do you have a staring problem?" He asks, prodding further in annoyance.
Part of you felt sick thinking about it. Why. He's not even human. He's not even human.
He sighs shakily from anger.
You open your mouth to speak, nothing comes out. You had caught yourself off guard, admitting it to yourself.
You shake your head. Surely not. It's just my brain sugar coating things. I'm just trying to find a way of coping through this.

You reach the door. He pushes both open at once, a grand entrance. It was over 10ft tall. Huge doors. Made sense, you shrug. A long marble table lined with blue cloths and huge cutlery and crockery. You just reached high enough to see. Then. You stare up at the ceilings, thinking the door was tall and then the ceilings. Huge and carved, like something you would see in a museum. It was genuinely breath taking, it was definitely over 50ft tall. It made sense, yet again. If humans have tall dining halls and these titans are twice the size then everything is doubled.

He stops, reaching a few feet from the table. "It's just us dining" he mutters bluntly.
"What's wrong with you" you ask.
He raises an eyebrow.
"You're being grumpy"
"I am not"
A surge of anger comes over you, you storm up to him.
"I'm not being funny, you kidnapped me-" you use your fingers to count what he has done, "you've taken me hostage on a planet that quite frankly isn't welcoming to the human race AND-" his face softens, he slowly kneels down. His arms rest on his legs, as he watches down on you yelling at him. "An-...and-"
"And?" He asks, a smile on his face.
Your face flushes red.
You roll your eyes and look away.
"I am doing you a favour" he says, tilting his head a little to the side.
You turn around.
"How? I could get killed at any moment by literally anyone" you snarl, folding your arms.
His smile slowly leaves the corner of his lips.
"Well" he says, standing up.
"See-" you yell up at him.
"Sit" he points.
"you aren't even trying to disagree" you panic, your heart pounds.
Even he knew that was the case.
"No, you're probably going to poison me" you fold your arms.
"Sit" he repeats himself.
"No"
"Sit" he says coldly. You consider it, looking at the chair across from him.
You shake your head, he sighs standing from his chair and walking to you.
"You always have to make it difficult"
You turn on your heels, running across the hall. Your feet slapping on the floor echoes, the thumps from his footsteps echo too. Pulled back, into his arms.
"Just stop already" he says, fed up.
You just flop, sighing. You didn't really want to run. Yet you did. You wanted to obey what he said but your survival instincts said run.
Part of you still wanted to leave.

What if I stayed?