Captives

ONE

My head hurts.

I hear myself groan as I come to, vision hazy as I force my heavy eyelids to open.

When did I fall asleep?

My limbs feel far more weighted than they should, and it takes a great deal of effort to sit up. I feel like I've taken drugs or slammed back copious amounts of alcohol.

"What the hell?" I mutter, rubbing my throat as the words scratch it on the way out.

I swallow, and it feels like I've drank sand. The way my uvula sticks to my dry throat almost makes me gag, but I'm too focused on trying to peddle through this confusing fog to make time for nausea.

My head spins but my vision clears up after a few more blinks.

This isn't my apartment.

"Where..." I don't finish the question aloud, scanning my lagging vision over the surrounding area.

Medium size space, the walls are a calming lavender and the floor looks like concrete. It smells nice here. Familiar, actually. I think I have this exact scent plugged in at home. Odd thing to notice, but it's just my senses trying to take in as much information as possible to decipher what the fuck is happening right now. It's also alarming. What an unsettling coincidence.

I continue to look around with my eyes, too worn to get up right now.

Did I stop somewhere after work?

My thoughts are trying to solve the riddle of my present location.

No, I never do.

"I don't remember driving home." I whisper to myself, rubbing my temples.

"You okay?"

I jump at the sound of someone else's voice. It's a male voice, and I look around frantically until my eyes land on the culprit.

"Who are you?" My fuzzy head is clearing up, adrenaline flooding out the haze.

There is a man in here with me...

Wherever here is.

He's got messy brown hair, and bright blue eyes. Eyes that are currently looking at me like I'm a science experiment. Am I a science experiment? What if aliens plucked me right off the street and placed me in a little human exhibit with a male of the same species. Oh god, what if they want to watch us breed? Is this a breeding thing?

I sigh at my own random, exhausting train of thought. I press the heels of my hands to my eyelids, trying to decide if I think this guy is a threat or not. I lower my hands, seeing he's still sitting in the same spot on the floor. Which is with his back to a wall... a wall that has a door.

"A way out?" I ask, eyeing the cracked door.

The guy follows my gaze, looking next to him. He pushes a breath through his nose, placing a hand on it and pushing it open more. The light is off, but there is enough filtering into it from this room that the basic contents are illuminated.

A bathroom. Not an exit.

"Where are we?" I ask, looking around again.

It looks kind of like a renovated basement. It's well done and has a nice, clean ambience. But something about it still says 'Hey, you're in a basement'.

"Sebastian." He answers my first question, my eyes snapping back to him. "And I don't know." And that's my answer to the second.

Well, third, technically. But he already answered my door inquiry.