BENNY WATTS IMAGINES- The Queen's Gambit

Stockholm syndrome- part-2

Warning: Strong language and violence. Read it at your own risk⚠️

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Previously:

And now, she's here with me in the same room.

"I want you."

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Seven months later...

Your Pov:

I missed him...or maybe not?

I was confused, my thoughts were being manipulated, they were saying that he isn't good and that he's a criminal. They were getting closer to him.

"Miss Harmon, Dr. Wright will be here shortly." a police officer said. I didn't glance at him, all I was thinking about was Benny, the man I loved.

Minutes passed, I kept looking at the bubbles forming at the bottom of the glass containing soda. Slowly they floated on the top and burst without any popping sounds. I took a sip and it tasted weird, maybe because I haven't eaten in so many days. I left him, he let me go and it's going to be my fault if he gets caught.

"Good morning, y/n." a soft voice said. I didn't notice when she came in the room and sat on the couch in front of me. I gave her a slight smile, not actually wanting to do so. I wanted to help them but I wanted to save him too, at least I can do that much for everything he's done for me.

Dr. Wright looked into my eyes, as if she could read my mind. "Yesterday, you told me about the things he did for you. I want you to elaborate what exactly he did. Maybe we can get some more clues." she said.

So again, I started telling her each and every detail about him, just like I was doing from the past seven days.

-Flashback- two months after kidnapping

Your Pov:

Benny had shifted us to a nice house. It was huge, but again, I was locked in a room. He said it was my room. A queen sized bed, my own bathroom and he also got me piano to play. He knew I could play and he wanted me to play for him. This was nothing like the basement we were living in.

But I still wanted to be free. Somewhere deep inside my mind, I knew this was wrong, I was developing feelings for him.

So the day he went out, I got a chance to break free.

He was busy talking to someone on the phone. I was having lunch, this was the only time he let me leave the room. The conversation on the phone was short. He was in a hurry to go somewhere.

"Y/n, I trust you..." he said.

Then he left. He forgot to lock me back in my room, this was my chance...

At first I was confused...I wanted to run for my life but I also wanted to stay with him.

Your sister loves you, do it for her.

For the first half hour, I debated with myself, my eyes looked at the front door, my mind was eager, forcing my muscles to make a move.

So I pushed the chair and got up from the table.

My legs carried me to the front door, I gulped hard and held the door knob, turned it slightly.

And it clicked open.

With the click of the door, my mind cleared, it was no longer surrounded in a dense fog of mixed emotions. So I ran like my life depended on it. My bare feet carried me to the front porch, then to the driveway and then the long iron gate. But the moment I pushed it open, I heard loud clapping sounds from behind and my neck snapped in that direction.