Cabin Games

LILY

I woke up with his arm around me, his breath on on my neck. Panic surged through me as his humid breath crept into my ear. I suddenly felt claustrophobic, my body tensed beneath him and I shivered, leaving goosebumps where his skin touched mine.

Who was he... and why was I in his bed?

I tried to control my breathing, taking long shaky breaths. I needed to turn to see him but each time I tried, the panic would return. What if he woke up? What if he was already awake, watching me? I took a deep breath and slowed my breathing again.

His arm was inches from my face and I could see his arm hair move gently under my breath. His arm was large and powerful but lay gently on my pillow. I bit my lip as I tried to lift his arm off of me. I stopped when he shifted, the weight of his arm pressing me down again. Would he let me leave? I looked deeper into the the dark unfamiliar room and I felt myself lean into him. Was he cradling me or trapping me?

MATTHEW

When I woke up, she was pressed into me, her breath tickling my arm. I wanted to see her face but I was afraid of waking her. Her scent was intoxicating, my lips brushed her neck as I leaned closer.

Who was she... and why was I in her bed?

Her earring dangled, brushing against her delicate neck as she breathed. Its pace quickened as I pressed into her. Was she shaking? Her smooth skin trembled and tiny goosebumps covered her body. I wrapped my arms tighter around her, wanting to warm her up. She felt so small and precious.

She gasped as my grip tightened and her body stiffened in my arms.

"Are you awake?" I whispered, brushing my lips over her ear. I didn’t remember the night before, but I couldn't help growing harder as her soft skin pressed against my chest and her smooth hair shined in the dim light. I could smell her shampoo and her natural scent hiding within it. I wondered if she felt my desire pressed against her.

There was a long silence. I smiled, realizing that she held her breath.

"You can breathe, babygirl, I'm not going to hurt you." I disentangled myself from her and propped my head on my hand. I stole a glimpse before she yanked the blanket up to her neck, my eyes trailing up her hips and down her waist and back up her ribcage to her shoulder. She was beautiful, delicate yet curvy. I wanted to squeeze her love handles until she begged me to stop. I wanted to kiss her softly and slowly where my hands marked her.

She sniffed and I frowned. She was crying... something must have happened last night but I couldn't remember anything, not even meeting her. I must have blacked out. It’s a pity, she was one I’d want to remember. Maybe we could start over this morning.

I stroked her hair, “I'm sorry if I scared you... what’s wrong?”

Finally, she responded in a shaky voice. "I'm afraid to turn around..."

"Why is that?"

"Well… I was afraid that you would be awake."

I laughed. "And now that you know that I am?"

"You sound like a sweet guy right now but you... well I think maybe you... drugged me last night." As she spoke her voice got softer until it was barely a whisper.

Why did I feel hurt by this random girl's accusation?

"And why would you think that?"

"I've been thinking about it and it's the only explanation that makes sense. I woke up this morning with a total stranger in a room that I have never seen before.”

There was a long pause. “I could say the same about you, maybe you drugged me…”

“I couldn't even lift your arm off of me, how could I have carried you anywhere?!”

“For the record, I didn’t drug you or bring you here. I thought we were in your bed.”

I was starting to feel uneasy, how could we both not remember?

I looked around. The floor an walls were made of wood. The only furniture was a bed, a closet and a bedside table.

LILY

“Where are we then?” I didn’t fully believe him but he didn’t sound like someone who drugged and kidnapped a girl. He even seemed nice.

“I’ve never seen this room before. The thing that is bothering me more though is that I haven’t seen your face yet.”

I blushed. Why was I blushing? I’m supposed to hate him for drugging me, bringing me here and doing who knows what last night.

Unless he didn’t.

“If that’s true and I am not saying that I believe you.. but if that’s true, then how did we get here?”

He didn’t answer.

Maybe if I saw his face then I would be able to figure out if he was lying.

I was about to turn to face him when I felt his touch. His fingers brushed against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. I was relieved that there was a blanket covering my body’s reaction to his touch. I blushed harder imagining his hand trailing down my neck.

“What are you doing?” My voice barely escaped my lips.

“I’m finding out who I’m laying next to.” His fingers trailed down my cheek, gently tracing my features. His thumb lingered on my bottom lip. My lips parted and my body let out a quiet moan as his finger dipped into my mouth. He traced the shape of my lips, leaving behind a trail of my saliva.

I bit my lip and turned away from his touch.

“What happened last night? Did we… ?” I swallowed, embarrassed.

“I don’t know how we got here or what happened. I do know that I wouldn’t hurt you or make you do something that you didn’t want to do. I know you don't trust me yet but I swear that’s the truth.”

I turned toward him. His soft brown eyes were gentle and warm, hopeful and sad. Something about his stare made me want to believe him. I wanted to run my fingers through his messy hair and feel his stubble tickle my lips as I kiss down his jawline to his neck. I licked my bottom lip, imagining how he would taste.

He grinned, the sadness disappearing from his gaze. I blushed knowing that he must have seen the desire in my eyes.

I suddenly felt very naked. My eyes darted to the closet. The room was simple and neutral. There weren't any decorations or photos. It didn't feel lived in. I needed to get out of this place.

"Do you think there are clothes in the closet?" I covered my breasts with my arms and hurried away from his gaze.

He didn't look away. I could feel my cheeks burning.

When I opened the closet door I was relieved to find that it wasn't empty. There were mostly dresses and lingerie but I found some sweats and t-shirts in one of the drawers. I slipped them on and tossed some onto the bed.

He slid the shirt over his head and I couldn't help staring at his muscles rippling up his core as he moved.

He grinned and slid the sheets off to put his sweats on. My eyes widened; he was still hard from before. I knew I had felt something pressed into me.

I looked around the room, trying to distract myself. My eye caught a red light inside the lock of the closet door. I leaned over to see what it was. How had I not noticed it before?

"There's something kind of weird in this lock... There’s something not right about this place."

His grin disappeared as he saw the light. "Thats a fucking camera."

"Let's get out of here."

We ran to the door. It was locked. He slammed into it over and over but it wouldn't budge. I ran to the window and it was locked too. I looked out past the metal bars. I could only see trees for miles, not a single house or road.

MATTHEW

I was sweating and my shoulder was killing me. We scoured the room for any way out, any hint as to where we were or who did this to us. This was turning into a nightmare.

After what seemed like hours and trashing the room, I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, my hands over my face.

"Why would someone do this?" I could hear in her voice that she was on the verge of tears. My eyes met hers. Anger. Confusion. Hopelessness.

I had no answer for her. All I could do is take her in my lap and hold her. She lay her cheek on my chest and I stroked her hair as she soaked my shirt.

Her weight calmed me, her heartbeat grounded me. As our heartbeats slowed together, we accepted our fate, whatever that would be.

We fell asleep, surrounded by the mess we had made. The bed upside down, the door handle ripped off, the window shattered, the camera ripped out, the closet emptied on the floor.

My mind filled with questions. Who locked us up? Why us? What would they do to us? Where were we? Were there others? Had there been others before us? Would we survive this?

Footsteps outside the door drowned out the noise in my brain.

"Help! We're locked up in here!" We stood up and yelled, banging on the door.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door and we looked at each other, feeling hope bud for the first time since we arrived. An envelope slid under the door and the footsteps continued down the corridor.

"No! Please come back, open the door!"

When it was clear that they wouldn't return, she hugged me.

"We're never getting out of here are we?"

I stroked her hair. I picked up the envelope trying not to shake. "Lets find out."

I ripped it open and pulled out the letter. It looked like it was written on a typewriter.

Dear contestants n. 27 an n. 28,

Congratulations! You have been chosen to compete in this year's Cabin Games. Season 5's theme is Teamwork. Come to the house kitchen at 7:00 am to meet the other contestants and find out what your first challenge will be.

Good Luck.

J

"Cabin Games? I've never hear of that, have you?" She looked at me incredulously. "I never applied to be in any competition. And J? The coward won't even give us their full name. And how are we supposed to know when it's 7:00?" If I wan't so horrified by this weird letter, I would have found her little rant and bright red face cute.

"I've never hear of it either. I think we should go and find out what's going on though. Maybe we're here by mistake. I can't stay in this room."

She nodded, still fuming, rereading the letter. "I don't trust this J."

"Believe me, neither do I, but we don't have much of a choice if we want to get out of here."

I tried the door handle again and this time the door creaked open.