Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 4

Cheryl's POV

I wake up around 4PM, I overslept. There's no way for Antoinette to escape so I'm just enjoying myself in my room. The business is going well...Everything is fine, except, I've been merciless with everyone. That's me. I enjoy hurting someone. But why did she hold my hand, and my face? It made me so soft. Like a soft spot for her.  That's so weird. It confuses me a lot...

I enter a room, and she's still in her bra only, sleeping peacefully. The room's pretty dark, I made it that way so she didn't know what time is it. I take the time while she's sleeping, and put handcuffs on her ankles, keeping her legs apart. That's when she wakes up.

She flinches and starts crying immediately. She's traumatized from yesterday. And I don't know why is that making me feel down.

"I'm sorry. For yesterday."
"Sorry?! That's why you're about to do it again right?!"
"Maybe this time, it will be different."
"I don't-"

I buried my head between her legs, wanting to please her so badly. I don't know how and when it happened, but this girl...She must be some kind of a witch.

"N-No..." But as time passed by, she stopped saying no, I heard her trying to hide her moans by coughing and fake crying. I'm trying my best to be as gentle as possible. And give her something that she has never received.

Suddenly, I feel her palms on my head. My heart started beating so fast. I thought I was gonna faint. One second she's pushing me away with her little hands, and second she's pulling me closer to her pussy.

"No! I don't wanna cum!"
I was confused by that, and finally I lifted up my head and looked at her questionably.
"You hurt me so much, this is so wrong, I don't want to be enjoying this!" She cried again.
I took a chance to suck on her clitoris as if my life depended on it, trying to make her cum before she cools down.

And finally, her back arches, she's moaning and crying, her mouth is wide open, and her eyes roll back. She grabs the sheets and I never enjoyed anything so much. This view. It was something you can't buy. I never felt this.

As I moved away from her she started crying even more. I unlocked her legs and I just looked at her. Am I that disgusting to her? Ugh.

"CHERYL!" I heard someone screaming from outside.

"I'm gonna have to lock you for a moment." She panicked but I just went outside to see what's happening.
It was a random guy that came to pick up the money.

When I returned, I see the door widely opened. I locked her! How did this happen?!

I look outside, she didn't escape. I look in the basement, nothing. But I hear water flowing. Coming from my bathroom. The one that I use. I immediately thought she's about to kill herself or that she found a phone somewhere. I run upstairs, but before barging in, I look through the lock.

I smile widely. I see her washing herself, and her hair. It was so sexy. How can she be so ballsy? She never fails to amaze me.

I let her shower in peace and go down to watch some TV. Next thing I know I'm woken up by the sound coming from the kitchen. I look up and it's Antoinette looking for something in a drawer. Her hair is straight and she looks so fresh, and she put on some sweats. I go behind her without her noticing me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" But she gets so scared.
"Cheryl! You scared me!" Shit. Hearing her say my name...I was getting nervous.
"What are you looking for?"
"I-I just wanted to find some sweets." She looked at her feet.
I opened a drawer that was above her, not breaking eye contact. I pulled her up on a counter and turned her head.

"Here."
"Are you gonna kill me? Is that why you're being so nice to me all of a sudden?"

Of course, I hurt her so much.

"How's your thigh?" I asked as I slowly rested my palm on it.
"It...It hurts still."
We were so close.
"And what about your head?" I was sad to see that she had so many consequences from me. I never knew I was gonna feel this way.
"It's fine but it w-will probably scar...my face too."

I take some anti scaring cream that I used when getting shot or stabbed, it works well.
I put a little on my index finger, and gently, dab it on her wounds.

"How did you unlock the door?"
"It was already unlocked I swear." I figured she has a way but doesn't want to tell me.
"And did I tell you to exit the room or to wait in it?"
"To stay in the room."
"Exactly. Now what?"
"I'm sorry. I'll never do it again." She was so scared I could hear her heartbeat.

I think this is what falling in love feels like.