Chapter 16: Twisted Part 2
"Pretend that we are making out." she ordered.
He nodded and pulled her closer.
"How can you be so sure?" he murmured between gentle pecks. His voice carried both curiosity and caution.
"It does not add up," she whispered while kissing him. "These supplies, they were set up to keep us clean. It feels as if someone expected us to act in a certain way."
"You mean some sick bastards planned this? " He clarified.
"Yes. The order of things, the way the items were placed. It is odd. Who would want us to care for our hygiene in such a place?"
He couldn't help but agree with her conclusion. Even the tampons—it was too much of a coincidence.
His grip on her waist tightened as he leaned in, pressing his lips against her earlobes.
"So, we're just entertainment for them? A real-life show where they get to watch us eat, sleep... have sex?"
Rose kissed him again, slow and deliberate, before whispering against his lips, "Yes... and the worst part? They don't just want to see us survive. They want to see how far we'll go. How much we'll submit to their game."
The realization sent a chill down his spine. If that was really the case, then it meant they were never meant to reach a shore.