Suspicion

I looked around, trying to figure out my next move.

The man who had just been lying next to me in bed with a content expression was now glaring furiously at me.

He said, "Well? Speak!"

I tried to form words, but my mind kept getting distracted. Specifically, the man's body.

The room was now fully lit, which made everything clear. What was especially clear was the man's figure. His creamy white skin, his bare chest that rippled with mus---

"AHEM!"

The yell took me out of my wandering thoughts.

I composed myself enough to make a reply.

"Uh, well, I don't know what I'm doing here either."

The man arched an eyebrow.

"That weak excuse won't work."

I groaned and let the guards handcuff me. Even if it wasn't 10 against 1, my skinny physique wouldn't last a second against these guys.

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I watched a rat scamper up the wall of the cobblestone walls.

Great. I went from being stuck in my tiny basement to being stuck in a tiny jail cell.

Surprisingly, I felt didn't feel scared. On the contrary, I felt calm. An icy chill descended upon me as I took in my surroundings with a clinical eye.

Somehow, it seemed almost... familiar. That wasn't good. Why was a jail cell seeming familiar?

*sniff* *sniff*

Huh? That wasn't me.

*sob* *sob*

Not good. Apparently the stress caused me to hear voices.

The voice cried out, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry!"

I whipped my head around to find the source of the voice. Nothing.

Cautiously, I spoke, "Hello...?"

The sobbing instantly stopped. Instead, the voice said, "Is someone there?"

I replied, "Yeah, I'm stuck here too."

"Sheesh, a roommate?"

"Huh?"

"Tap three times on the tile closest to you, then pull on the cell door."

"What are you saying?"

I waited for a response, but was met with silence.

Fine, it couldn't hurt, right? I did as instructed, and the wall behind me disappeared.

"What the..."

Behind it was a man who looked like he'd seen better days. His hair was long and red, but it was all tangled and messy. His skin was brown, but his complexion was so poor, it looked grey.

He looked directly at me, "So you're the new prisoner."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Who are you?"

An eerie smile spreadover his face, "It doesn't matter. Here, come closer."

My eyes trailed down his body, clearly betraying my rational brain. His clothes were in tatters, revealling his entire body.

I tried to avert my eyes but couldn't. Something about him was just... so alluring.

Why was every guy in this world so freaking hot?!

He seemed to realize my eyes and chuckled.

"Don't worry, come closer."

I knew this was dangerous, and a terrible idea. But my body had a mind of it's own. I took slow steps toward him.

"That's right, just come closer..."

I got close enough to him to see a glowing spot on his neck.

Curious, I asked, "What is that?"

He narrowed his eyes, "What is what?"

"That thing on your neck."

For a moment, he looked shocked. But he quickly regained his composure and straightened his expression.

"It doesn't matter. Just come closer."

But the spell that was on me a second ago was broken. The clinical calmness was back.

"Tell me your name?", I asked.

"Why should I?"

It took me a moment to figure out the answer. Why should he give me the answer? Normally I was a really meek and quiet person, and would never make such forward questions. But now... something about the familiar atmosphere made me bold.

I opted for a diplomatic approach and said, "I'm Ethan. We're both clearly prisoners, maybe we should get along."

He glared at me. "You're stupid." I watched shocked as he disappeared into nothing.

The wall that was there a moment ago was back. What the hell was that? Did I just hallucinate all that?

But an echoing sob reveberated through the room.

I took a deep breath and leaned my back on the cold, stone wall. I tried to think of what to do, but my vision grew blurry and my body heavy. I guess... that will... have to.... wai...