"LET ME GO. HELP. SOMEONE HELP!", I cried for help. I knew it was useless but I had to try for myself.
"Pl--ease help.", I begged again but no one came. I don't know how much time has passed. There's no voice except my sobs. My hands and feet are hurting due to rubbing against the rope. I wait and wait but no one comes inside. Soon I felt myself drifting to sleep.
I don't know how many days it has been. My tears have dried. My stomach grumbles every second. My body keeps hurting and my head aches after being in dark. My throat is so dry that I can't scream anymore. I can feel myself losing consciousness. I hope that someone saves me.
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She's my hope. She looks just like the girl from my dreams. She has to be mine.
I've taken her away from her life. She only needs to know me. She's my obsession.
I've left her tied in the punishment room. She seems to be a strong willed girl but I'll break her according to my needs. She will live for me and she will die for me. I will make her love me.
I'll make myself her obsession just like she's mine.
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Stockholm Syndrome
FantasyHe's obsessed with me. He loves to see me in pain and in tears. He loves to leave marks on me. He beats me into submission. He kisses me sometimes. He awards me with my favourite food. He's my destruction. He's my salvation. He's my kidnapper. . . ...
