Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 10

It's been a month since I've stepped foot in Ambrose. I've got to know Lester and Vincent quite well actually. Vincent loves to show me a lot of his art work and I enjoy it most of the time. Still a little creeped out about the wax figures being actual people but I convinced him to try doing different things as well. He's been working on an actual wax figure of a castle I showed him England I visited before. It was beautiful. He's even showed me how to make wax sculptures and stuff like that and let me try to make something of my own. It's a lot harder than it looks honestly. Obviously I'm not as good as him but I do get super excited when I show him something I made and I hear a little grunt under his mask and he starts clapping. Actually it makes me really happy. Happy that someone actually is proud of something I did. Lester and I always love to talk about animals and nature. He's taken me for a couple rides in his truck around the woods to show me different kinds of trees and how to tell what you can eat and what you can't. I still would probably die if I got stuck in the woods but I still try to learn. We look at different birds and frogs thru out the day. I'm a big animal lover so I do enjoy that a lot. Bo on the other hand. Ever since I tried to escape that one day, he's barely spent time with me. Occasionally he'll take me to the shop and make me sit there while he does car stuff. Not really into that but I can't say no or he'd probably beat me. Honestly, how sick this sounds, I miss him being so possessive and touchy toward me but I guess when I tried to leave I really pissed him off. He won't kill me for some sick reason but he doesn't talk to me that much either! Even when we all eat at night he'll go out into the living room and sit by himself. Talk about bitchy. Today everyone seemed like they had their own things going on and no one could hangout. I did all my house chores and there was literally nothing for me to do. I opened the cabinet near the tv to see what there was to watch and a bottle of whiskey caught my eye. I really felt like getting drunk and why not? I had nothing to do and it was about 7pm. Everyone already ate and I had no responsibilities to do. I'm getting drunk. I. Don't. Care.

An hour later I was pretty tipsy. My tolerance is pretty high for alcohol and whiskey is deff my favorite. I had the tv on the music channel and had the volume up as high as it could go. Which actually was really loud. Vincent came up about a half hour ago and saw me singing and immediately went back down stairs. I wonder why? Anyways, bo walked in on my concert starring me. He just stood at the door taking his jacket off, starring at me. "You know that whiskey ain't yours to be touchin'" he said. I had short shorts on that Bo got when he went shopping for clothes for me and I had a low cut tank top on. I was feeling really sexy, it could have been the alcohol but I didn't care. After he said that a different song started playing. Not just any song it was Touch My Body by Mariah Carey. This song ESPECIALLY if I'm dunk, gets me in a mood I can't even explain. Makes me do thing I probably shouldn't but what do I have to lose anyways. While the song is playing I started dancing all slow and sexy. Bo didn't have an expression on his face but he didn't move which obviously meant he liked it. He hasn't tried anything since I've gotten here and I wanted him. I wanted all of him and I didn't care how I was gonna get it. I got down off the couch and walked over to him. I walked around him sensually putting my hands on his chest, his back, walked in a circle around him. Then I put my ass up against the front of him and leaned my back into him. I grabbed his hands and rubbed them up and down my body. Guiding his hands over my breasts down to my waist and hips, and then lightly putting his hand on my pussy just brushing his hand on it slightly. All of a sudden he took a deep breath and ripped me by my hair and bent me over the arm of the couch. A loud moan escaped from my lips. He leaned over me and said "this is what you want isn't it? All you have to do is tell me and I'll give you what you want and more." I was panting and wanted it so bad I didn't care. "Just fuck me Bo! Right fucking now! I want it so bad!" He smirked and said "good girl." After he said that he aggressively pulled my shorts down with my under wear all in one swift movement. He put his fingers inside me right after and a small moan escaped from his lips this time. "So wet and ready for me." He said. I arched my back more to give him more access. Behind me I could hear him unbuckle his belt, pull his zipper down and his pants shifted lower. He released himself out of his boxers and I could finally feel how big it was as he was rubbing his cock against my pussy. Then all at once he thrusted into me as hard as he could and I gasped. It hurt but felt so good at the same time. His thrusts were rough and steady. Not too fast and not too slow. He grabbed onto my hips so tight that I was definitely going to have bruises. "...fuck...your so... fucking tight..." he was in a trance as was I. He wrapped his hand around my throat and choked my head up to where now I was leaning my back toward him. He was sloppily kissing my neck and moaning in my ear. I couldn't take it until I really lost it when he placed his other hand down on my clit and started rubbing circles with a little pressure. My body climaxed and my legs started shaking and I moaned "fuck Bo omg!" Then from that he couldn't take it anymore and he pushed my head down arching my back and started viciously pounding into me like it was the last time he was ever going to fuck. This made my climax even more intense and I started moaning so loud the town over could have heard me. Then he climaxed with a couple more pumps the last ones being slow and hard. I felt his cum shoot inside me and we were both worn out and finished. He pulled out and I fell onto the couch still shaking from the brutal fucking I just had. He put his pants back on and sat down next to me on the couch. He started rubbing my back as my face was still smooshed into the couch and he said "yeah now your really not going anywhere. You. Are. Mine." We went upstairs to go to bed and as I was walking into my room he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me into his room. He then threw me onto his bed and plopped down beside me. He grabbed me and put my head on his chest and started playing with me hair giving me forehead kisses. I felt so relaxed and complete. I'm gonna stay here. Not because I have too. Because I want to.