Dreamboat || DNF Oneshots

Stockholm Syndrome (draft)

Trigger Warning: sex, abuse, kidnapping, mention/intent of rape, mention of homicide, knifeplay, guns, mentions of withholding food, swearing

George looks behind him for the 3rd time in the past minute. Walking home alone at night shouldn't be as terrifying as it is, but that doesn't stop the paranoia. He continues to walk straight, hands in his pocket and head down.

He lives in a sketchy neighborhood. There is always a story on the news every other day about someone gone missing or found dead. There is no better option for George, though. He has places to be and he can't afford a car. So every night at about 9:00, he walks home from the community college a few blocks over. He really should switch up his routes to avoid being stalked, but most days he is too tired to take the longer route.

He takes another look behind him. Nobody.

Maybe he's being paranoid. He's been taking the same route for a few months now and nothing's happened to him yet. Though, most killers would stalk their victims before attacking. He could be being stalked right now.

The thought makes him shiver, or maybe it's the cold air that only northerners like himself could experience in November. Either way, he's uncomfortable. But there's no better option for someone like himself.

He looks behind himself to see a figure quickly approaching him. They're wearing a black hoodie and black skinny jeans, the perfect outfit for someone who wouldn't want to be seen. Their head is down, so George can't get a good look as to who it could be, nor could he tell if they were a man or a woman.

Other people have places to be as well. You're being paranoid.

He walks slightly faster.

Please, I have assignments due. Not me. Not today.

He looks back again, the figure being not 5 feet away from him. They look up, revealing green eyes and bushy blonde hair. It's a man. And he doesn't look like he's here to be friendly.

George takes off, attempting to get away from the situation, but the man only follows in pursuit.

He looks behind himself again, hoping he lost the man, but the opposite was true. And by turning around, he presented just the right amount of weakness the man needed to grab him and pull a gun to his head.

George is now pressed with his back against the man's chest, which would usually turn him on, but not under these circumstances. The man has an arm wrapped around George's torso, holding both of his arms down and giving him no way to escape.

A deep voice comes from the man, "Come with me peacefully or I won't hesitate to kill you right here, right now."

Fuck. What is George supposed to do? Any move to escape and he'd be dead on the spot. "Okay." he squeaks in return.

The tall man grabs his wrist tightly and leads him in the opposite direction of where George was initially headed. "Make any move to escape and you'll lie dead on side the street like roadkill. I won't hesitate, and I don't miss. Understand?"

"Yes sir." George whispers, trying to think of a way out that wont get him killed.

They approach a small black car parallel parked on side the street. The man uses his other hand to take his keys out of his pocket and unlock it, walking George to the other side of the car, opening the door, and roughly shoving him in.

George nonchalantly tries the handle. Of course there's a child-lock.

The blonde walks around to the drivers side, then gets in. He takes his hood off and George finally is able to get a good look at his face. George studies him. He's quite handsome, honestly. His green eyes are piercing and his hair is so fluffy. He has freckles that line his nose and cheeks and lips so pink and perfect. His eyes trail down to his hands. They're very large. Much larger than his, by far. If the circumstances weren't so horrid, George could easily see himself falling for this man.