ARIA'S POV:
The car stopped with a screech and mom and I literally ran inside the big mall hand in hand. This mall has just opened and has all the expensive brands. We seldomly used to buy branded things before but now we are only shopping here. Damn, the change is big. Who would've known that papa was hiding so much money!
"Make it fast." Why is his voice always so hot and husky?
Mum gave him a glare to which he look completely unbothered and dragged me inside the first shop. We bought a few dresses for me and mum. They had no hoodies which made me pout. What do I wear at home? Dress? Ew.
"Oh, thank God!", I smiled excitedly as the next shop only had hoodies, shirts, joggers and all the comfort clothes.
Mom chuckled and picked up a night suit set for herself and then helped me choose mine. I bought one with pandas all over it, a onesie with piggies on it. Fucking cute.
I blushed as Maxim let out a amused laugh. Mean.
"What?", I snapped making him laugh louder. So fucking mean.
"Mom, I'm going to the toilet!", I stomped my foot and quickly entered the toilet. Oh, it smells funny. My nose scrunched up as a odd feeling developed inside me. My eyes turned hazy and my mind started going blank. What is going on?
"M--M", I tried to call someone but I felt darkness consuming me.
I was terrified when I woke up. My head hurts and everything feels heavier.
"Mom.", I groaned unable to see in the dark.
"Mom?"
"DAD?"I put pressure on my elbows to get up but as soon as I did it, I fell back down on the bed, also banging my head against the headboard.
"Motherfucker!", I cursed as the dizziness came back.
In the dark, I moved my hands to the side table and patted it. Where was the fucking switch?
"Oww--shut!", I was about to shout as the harsh lights fell straight into my eyes.
"I see, you're up."
My eyes widened in disbelief. No. Stop dreaming Aria. Get up.
"Look at me pet!", That fucking word had me shivering. It's just a nightmare. Ignore it and get up.
"It's not a dream. I'm here baby.", His voice held a teasing tone but I knew his real face.
My nails dug into the skin of my thighs as I turned my face towards the voice. The sight was enough for me to let out a terrified gasp.
"You look fine."
"It doesn't seem that you missed me a lot pet.", His voice turned darker.
"SPEAK UP!", he shouted and I was quick to pick up the closest thing to me.
"H--hades", I gulped feeling the sweat trickle down my forehead.
"Forgot the manners?", He asked coming forward and the side lamp in my hand was quickly met with his chest as I threw it at him.
He let out an 'Oomph' before giving me another angry glare.
"You don't like it when I behave nicely?", He asked grabbing my neck and I had to stop the vomit rising from my stomach. I was going to be sick.
"Speak up, YOU WHORE!", His shout made me let out all the things I ate on his hand, shirt and everywhere.
"FUCKING BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO?", He thundered and five guards came rushing in. I heaved loudly emptying my stomach on the floor and watched everyone's face turning away slightly.
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Stockholm Syndrome
FantasyHe's obsessed with me. He loves to see me in pain and in tears. He loves to leave marks on me. He beats me into submission. He kisses me sometimes. He awards me with my favourite food. He's my destruction. He's my salvation. He's my kidnapper. . . ...