Saviour's Hell (Completed)

Tension

His frightening laughter died down after a minute while I continued to cower in fear.

"Oh, you should've seen your face." He said as he looked at me again, smiling. "That was the best."

I was struck with confusion.

He chuckled.

"W-what?"

He chuckled again. "You're so vulnerable when you're scared, yet you're strong when you're confused. It's intriguing, really, how your brain can shift from vulnerable defense to strong, yet puzzled so quickly."

I wasn't sure if he was actually speaking to me, or if he was verbalizing his thoughts.

He jerked his head to an empty side of his bed.

"Come here," he said.

I stayed where I was, though I glanced at the spot he gestured to.

He uncrossrd his arms and gave me a look.

"Oh, come on. I'm not going to hurt you this time."

I remained still.

He gave me a stern look. "Don't make me drag you over here. You know I'll do it."

I hesitated before making my way to the side of the bed as he moved over to give me room. I stopped by the side of the bed, mentally debating if this was a good idea or not.

After a few seconds, he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the bed with him. I fell face first, like an idiot, onto his stomach, and pushed myself off of him quickly. Then, like a speeding bullet, I yanked my hands away from his chest and upper thigh, which I had unknowingly used to push myself up; my cheeks heated up, and I was sure they were bright red.

He chuckled.

"I-I, uh...s-sorry." I forced out as I looked away.

"It's fine."

I shrank back, drawing my knees up towards my chest.

"Um..." I started. "W-why did you want me on the bed?" I mentally slapped myself for how stupid that sounded out loud.

"You should know that we're not actually brothers." He said.

My head whipped around to face him with a look of pure shock and confusion.

"You and I? We're not related."

"But...but how?"

"Saunders made a mistake while he was filling out my paperwork, and said that one of my parents also had you, but that wasn't the case."

"How do you know that?"

"I read our files."

"Then..." I lost my train of thought, so I found a new one quickly. "But you said you didn't know your parents."

"Yeah, that was a lie. Granted I didn't know them well, but I still knew them."

"Then who were they?"

"Nobody related to you,"

"But, what does this mean?"

"It means we're friends instead of brothers. Well...'friends' is probably pushing too far, but, you know." He had this certain look in his eyes now, and I couldn't quite put my tongue on it.

"But why would Dr. Saunders lie to me like that?"

"He didn't mean to; he was misinformed by his own fault." I recognized the look in his eyes as the same one Rylie gave to me when I was tied to that chair in my house after my dad and Derek had left.

"How-"

I was cut off by his soft, warm lips pressing against mine, causing the next word I was about to say turn into a short moan.

That, in turn, caused him to deepen the kiss as he cradled the back of my head, holding me in place.

His mouth started moving, and for whatever reason, I was starting to move in sync with him. Why I didn't pull away the second his lips touched mine puzzled me.

I pushed on his chest, causing him to lean back a bit before I found myself straddling his lap, never breaking the kiss.

Part of me felt like this was wrong, but most of me knew it was fine, since we weren't actually related. Besides, it's not like this means anything special; just a release of sexual tension built up in this prison.

Right?