stockholm syndrome

"you can cry."

four months later

satori was okay. they didn't kill
him, which was disappointing.

i was becoming skinnier and my sentences were very short. satori and tadashi occasionally got frustrated with me and hit me, but it was fine.

keiji and kenma took care of me, and tadashi was no longer all lovey dovey with me. i think he was fed up. or jealous.

satori had rules now; he wasn't allowed more than 20 minutes with me.

yet, he could still do a lot in just 20 minutes.

having only four fingers on my left hand was pretty hard, but thankfully i was right handed, and i didn't use my ring finger very much in the first place.

my body wasn't sore anymore, and i was glad i wasn't tied up as much anymore. my bed was comfortable and i appreciated the things that keiji and kenma did for me.

i didn't care if my mother or haru or the police were searching for me. i'd been gone for six months, i was probably presumed dead at this point.

present

i didn't think about myself very much any more. i didn't care about my body, or how you could see my ribs now.

i just wasn't hungry.

i had requested a clock be put in my room— which was still the basement— so i could see what time it was.

i was half asleep and i was cuddled up under my covers when i heard the very familiar sound of the stares creaking.

please don't be satori, please don't be satori, please don-

keiji!!

i looked at whoever it was and was happy to see it was my favorite person in the entire world.

"hi, keiji. do you need something?"

"hey love, you're still up?" he questioned. i just nodded. "hm. well, i was wondering if i could sleep with you?"

i smiled and scooted back, lifting up my covers to make room for him.

he got into bed with me and turned his head to face me, holding me close to him. our faces were inches apart, and i could feel his warm breath on my lips. it smelled nice, like mint.

without thinking, i pressed my lips against his. before i knew it i was kissing him passionately,

and he was taking his shirt off,

and i was laying on my back while he was on top of me,

and he was slipping on a condom,

and i was pleading, but i wasn't there,

i was in my head.

but the me who was there,

wanted him,

and i wasn't there.

but when i was there,

he was there,

and he was thrusting.

and i let it happen.

and i enjoyed it.

soft moans slipped out of my wet lips, which were covered in the males saliva. his wet lips, which were covered in my saliva were pressed against my stomach.

he was leaving me lovebites, making me whimper.

"keiji.."

his hands were running up and down the side of my body. he was telling me i was doing good. he was praising me.