Concealed - Jesse X Reader: Minecraft Story Mode

Chapter 21

Never did I thought this day would come. It felt weird, yet oddly captivating as I felt sensations that I was never capable of feeling until this moment. Although I had no idea how this was meant to help us escape. Surely Jesse wouldn't just kiss me out of lust or desire, but it felt like he was pouring some sort of bottled up passion he kept caged inside him. His arms clutched tighter on my arms as I felt a rush of adrenaline, forming heat inside me. My heart was pumping louder with every second his lips stayed on mine as I was engulfed in distress that the others were watching us. There was a wild tremor along my nerves, as I unintentionally melted into his hold at the last moment before he pulled away.

Still in a daze and giddy with lust, my eyelids drooped over my eyelids, feeling so much heat on my face. No, this was more than heat, this way much hotter. This was a radiation of emotion on my cheeks that made me slightly wince when I rested my palm on it. Jesse's face was completely engulfed in a heavy, light pink flush, as his eyes remained away from my visual contact. If he doesn't reveal his "Master Plan" soon, my face will actually light up on fire. "H-How was that--?".

"Excuse me!", Jesse called out to the guards, grabbing their attention. Glaring at their prisoner, they marched their way up to our cell right before Jesse muttered to me, "Pretend to be sick".

I raised a brow as guards confront Jesse and I. I stood there, still hot in the face. Act sick, doofus! I let out dozens of fraudulent coughs, hoping my bad acting skills would be enough to fool them. They tilted their head, observing my fiery, rosy face and the two pieces together. "My lungs...are on fire!", I cried between my false coughs, trying to make myself look liked I was in immense pain. I dramatically pushed my back into the wall and slid down, acting as if I was in a dying state. They grunted something to each other before opening the cell door. They approached me, ready to grip onto my arms before Jesse lifted his arms over the guard's head and began strangling him with the chains from his shackles, but not tight enough to kill him. "Get out of here, we'll meet you later!", he yelled to me as I hesitated to turn my heel and run, but not before bringing my foot up and kicking the second guard out of my way. Opposite to what I assumed, the door they were guarding was unlocked as I pushed it open, leaving Jesse and the rest of the gang behind.

"Stupid door", I grunted, gripping harder onto the side of the sliding door and pulling harder. My shackle chains clicking together evoked me how restrained I was in this situation. The metal felt oddly warm, but it didn't make me felt comfortable. Eventually, I managed to pull it open as the bottom of the door scraped tortuously against the metal floor. The inside seemed to be some sort of weapon chamber. There was a wall covered in different sized copper fishing hooks and next to it, was a giant circular saw. I strictly observed all the untouched, sharp weapons, wondering if I should take one of them with me, just in case. I gently touched the tip of the blade of a machete with curiosity.

"Please refrain from touching the armaments".

I spun around at the sound of another presence. Max, if that was even his real name, leaned on the crooked frame with a grin that made me take a few faltering steps back. Seeing a nearby swiss army knife, I gripped onto it and held it tightly in front of me, glaring daggers at him. "Unless you want a blade through your stomach, you won't come any closer", I threatened, which earned me a laugh from him.

"That's really cute", he chuckled, stepping towards me despite my inadequate claim. "You're holding it the wrong way, sweetheart". Glancing down at the knife in embarrassment, I flipped it the other way around as Max nodded. "Now, pull out the blade, slowly".

I did as he said, as I was a little dismayed about how big it was compared to other swiss army knives I've seen. "Atta girl", he said. I also took notice of how it was rusty and reeked of stained blood. I struggled to hold it firmly as my handcuffs were still on. The chain connected from one wrist to the next was irritating to look at, and Max took notice of that. He made his way in front of me, as I backed myself into a wall, not wanting to get anywhere near him. He took a lustrous, red key out of his pockets and inserted it in the keyhole, gently removing my shackles and setting them down on the worktable. I arched a brow at his assistance. "Why are you helping me?", I asked, running my thumb across the rusty knife.