Captives

SIX

"Where are you from, Sebastian?" I ask, my fingers sifting through his messy hair.

He lies on my lap at the moment, the two of us lounging in the giant bean bag chair. He's got a bowl of grapes, courtesy of the mini fridge refill drop off we received earlier today.

Sebastian always watches me very closely whenever the doors open, like he's afraid I'll run for it and get stabbed or shot or who knows what. It's a really shitty angle, us being in a cellar. When those doors open, the captor has all of the power. He's got free range, a weapon, and high ground. Looking down on us like we're little human pets in his human pet cage.

Although, being here with Sebastian is really, really nice- I still want to get out. We tried codes on the keypad for a solid day. I even watched as closely as I could as the captor typed it in, the lights flashing on our side in a numerical pattern. But when I tried exactly what I saw, it didn't work. I was incredibly frustrated, and Sebastian massaged my shoulders as I tried over and over to no avail.

"Like originally or where I live now?" He asks and I refocus to see he's holding up a grape for me. "Or, lived, I guess." His gaze drifts momentarily.

It's settling in for him, I think. He has moments like that more frequently, where I can tell he's wondering if we'll ever get out of here. Now that we've bonded, now that he knows our escape won't mean separation for us, he's less passive about us staying locked in here. There just aren't any good plans. None that involve us both making it out unharmed, anyway.

"Uh, both." I take the fruit between my teeth, Sebastain tracing my jawline with his fingertip.

He smiles at me, adoring everything I do. I was wrong before. If we'd have met out there in our daily lives, we definitely would have connected. There's something intangible, something that draws him to me and me to him... or maybe we've just been locked down here together for far too long. It's been weeks upon weeks. It's pretty clear that no one is coming for us. We're going to have to get out of here on our own.

"Kentucky, originally."

"Kentucky?" I don't mean to make the face I do.

"I resent that." Sebastian flicks my nose, grinning at my immediate distaste. "Everyone makes that face, like Kentucky is the armpit of the US."

"No, no it's not that." I laugh, fluffing up his hair some more. "You just don't look like-"

"A bumpink? No overalls and missing teeth?" He hands me another grape. "Stereotypes."

I take it, only to press it to his lips instead. He takes the grape in his mouth, playfully biting my finger in the process.

"You don't have an accent." I point out.

"We don't all talk like this." He puts on an overdone southern accent, making me laugh. "Johnny Depp is from Kentucky." He says normally.

"Really?" I didn't know that.

"Mhm. George Clooney. Jennifer Lawrence."

"Okay, I get it. My bad." I reach under his tank top to tickle his side.

He's really ticklish, I've discovered. He makes a sound that is so funny and adorable, a mix of surprise and laughter. I almost make him drop the bowl of grapes, so he sits up to glare at me. I just laugh, which makes him give up his attitude and laugh with me.

"You're really cute." I say, leaning in to kiss his lips.

His expression always softens significantly whenever I show him affection. His better than ocean eyes admire me, a small and delicate smile on his velvety lips.