a psychological response. It occurs when hostages or abuse victims bond with their captors or abusers. This psychological connection develops over the course of the days, weeks, months, or even years of captivity or abuse
i lay in bed, just like every other night, scrolling through instagram, twitter, whatever, i didn't care as long as i had something interesting to look at, it was three am exactly, i sighed and rubbed my eyes and put my phone on charge laying it on the table next to my bed, i rolled over onto my side so i was facing the wall, pulled the blanket just up past my shoulders and shut my eyes
i open my eyes after 5 minuets of trying to sleep, i could hear muffled voices and just assumed it was my neighbours, i thought nothing of it until i heard something get knocked over, i grabbed my phone, got out of bed and started walking downstairs, i stood in the middle of the stairs and turned the torch on from my phone, i saw a figure stood there staring at me with a black mask on, they quickly stood up right and motioned for someone else to come over
i dropped my phone and bolted back up the stairs and into the bathroom locking the door '
shit why did i come in here there's no way out'
i sunk down to the floor with my back against the door
"check all the rooms. kick down doors if you have to" i hear a feminine voice say coming from a phone, i quickly moved from the door and moved into the shower pulling the shower curtain over slowly trying to make as little noise as possible
i heard my bedroom door being opened and things being thrown around, then some other rooms before i heard footsteps approach the bathroom, they stopped just outside, the person outside the room tried opening the door
"it's locked." they said, i heard a sigh before i saw the being kicked down
"come on we know you're in here so just come out and it won't be as bad" i heard a different voice speak, they waited a few seconds, i didn't move
"alright then, be a brat, see where that gets you" they said again before walking over to the shower and pulling me out
they pulled me into the hallway, i stayed quiet, the person in front of me was about the same height as me,
"is she the right one?" they asked, by the voice and the figure of the person i could tell it was girl, she looked me up and down and looked to the person behind me, she took her mask off and took something out of her pocket, it looked like a needle, the person behind held me tighter making sure i didn't move, i still didn't speak, the girl came closer and tilted my head to the side and put the needle into my neck
"fuck" i mumbled when she took it out
"i don't understand why billie couldn't have done this herself." the person behind my said
"shut up finneas" the girl spoke just before a loud ringing erupted in my ears and everything went black
i opened my eyes and everything was blurry, there was a quiet but irritating ringing in my ears, my head was ponding, when my vision cleared up i was staring at marble ceiling, i tried to sit up but was immediately
"don't move. your head needs to clear from the sedative" it was the woman from the phone, i moved my head slightly and saw her, her luscious blonde hair, her pale skin, her sent was almost intoxicating, i soon realised my head was in her lap and tried to sit up again, she pulled me back down roughly
" i said don't move" she said in a harsher tone than before
"where am i?"i asked she ran her fingers through my hair
