Trapped in me (stockholm syndrome)

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I was never allowed to talk when we were with his friends. The things I had to do was to smile and nod. Nothing more. Although his hand sneaked to my hip, I can feel the tension buildup as he rubbed circle.

"So Jack, how's the project going?" One of his friends asked. All three of them and we were sitting in the vip section in the club. Funny, it was owned by him. The one who turned my life upside down the moment I entered the this club.

"It's almost done. I'm still waiting for the receiver to give me intel in the girls. I heard they're getting ones that do not understand our language" he laughed sadistically.

I looked at him, shocked. I stood up. All of them looked at me. Wondering what happened.

"What are you doing?" He asked but his tone had changed.

"Umm... May I go to the toilet? " I wanted to scream to their faces for doing this to us. Like we belong to them.

He nodded and that I took that as a yes. He knew I wouldn't escape from him. I had a detection bracelet on my ankle.

I went out to look for the bathroom. I found one and I went inside.

I thought I found one, when it was actually a bedroom. My sight was filled with the enticing things between a woman and three men. Where the woman was chained to the bed above her head. One guy was bruising her nipple, the other guy was giving her a blowjob while the other was below her. Fucking her from behind.

I was out of word and I couldn't move. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. A warm hand. I looked and shocked to see his face.