I don't know where I am. I stumbled around the dark room for a few times but I can't find a light. I felt around with my hands and found a bed. I lifted up the cover and I lie down under. I lie there shaking crying hoping someone will come look for me. Who took me. Where am I. So many questions. WHY WILL NO ONE COME FOR ME! I mean it's only been a few hours but has no one really not noticed. As I was about to drift off to sleep. I heard the door open.
"Are you up or not," the voice said sternly sounded like a teenage boy. I was soon to find out that I was in love with my kidnapper.
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Stockholm Syndrome
Fanfiction14 year old Lissa has a perfect life. Rich parents, a lot of friends, pretty. But one day when walking home from school. Someone takes her. She has noticed this is a 17 year old boy. Does she find a way to get out, or will she develop Stockholm synd...
