Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 3

If anyone feels uncomfortable reading about sexual assault, I recommend you skip this chapter.

Toni's POV

"You've been asleep for almost thirty hours. You know, I made those drugs myself. I'm very proud of myself, and I'm proud of you, for not dying."
She took my face in her hands.
"Ready for more?"

I was shaking and I felt so dirty and cold and ugly.
"P-Please. Can I ask something?"
"What?"
"Can I please shower? Just for a minute, I feel so dirty."
"So you commit suicide and get away from me?"
"Please..." I pleaded.
"I'm gonna have to watch you. Get up." She pulled me harshly by my arm and walked me to some really old and rusty bathroom, that I used as a restroom last 2 days.

I just looked at her but decided not to protest.

I slowly took my pants off and I hesitated before taking off my panties and bra, but I didn't have a choice. I could feel her staring at me.

'Finally, a shower.' I thought. I was so ashamed to wash myself properly because of her literally sitting on a chair less than a meter away.

"C-Can you close your eyes? For a second?"
"Time's up."
She pulled me up and wrapped me in a towel which I fixed. She handed me some panties and bra that were clean.
"This is big for me." I said as I was holding up a bra she gave me.
"With those, you don't even need a bra. Next time you ask for something I'm blowing your head up."
"Wait! I'm so sorry but please I don't wanna sit on a cold ground naked, Please..."
"Wait here. I'll bring you some sweatpants."
She turner around but I grabbed her palm.
"Thank you so much." And I let go of her hand. She seemed uncomfortable.

I noticed, she left the door unlocked, and from what I could see, it was probably her home, it was luxurious but what caught my attention is the exit door. Without thinking, I stood up and ran as fast as I could, my leg still hurting so bad.

I get to the door but it's locked. I quickly turned around. It feels so weird walking barefoot on a carpet again. Her house is so beautiful.

I see her walking down the stairs with clothes so I quickly hide behind a wall. I had to think fast. I took a vase in my hands and held it while shaking. I heard her entering the basement.

"You little bitch. When I find you, you're gonna get punished for this."

"Come out."

She started walking and as she was walking pass a wall I swung with a vase but I just couldn't hurt her.

"I CAN'T!" I screamed and started crying as I let go of the vase. I bury my face in my hands and pray for my life.

"Running away half naked from the basement, and still failing to kill me and get away...You're something."

I could see that scary grin that she has when she's about to hurt me. She pushed me in the room, and on the bed. Finally something comfortable, but I was gettin worried about what is she going to do to me.

"Are you scared?"
"Yeah..."
"I would be too."
She slapped me across my face and spread my legs widely, it hurt so bad. I realized what's gonna happen.
"W-Wait please-" She taped my mouth.

"You tried to run away...I let you shower, give you clean clothes, give you water and food, and still..."
She took of my panties slowly and looked at my body while licking her lips. I suddenly feel something inside me, I look down and its her fingers. I felt so uncomfortable and I was so frightened. I wiggled and I try to get her off of me, but I just couldn't. I cried for hours and hours. She continued to slap me and hit me and hurt me in every way possible.

After what seemed like ages, she untaped my mouth and all I could do was stare at her with disgust.

"Next time, you won't try to run away. Slut." She slapped me one last time, turned off the lights, and closed the door. She left me in an actual room? Alone? This was such a traumatic experience but sleeping on an actual bed? I'm gonna cry tomorrow now I'm gonna get some good sleep.