Stockholm Syndrome isn't That Bad ♡

4 - "I d-don't like horror movies..."

Sorry for the wait, I came down with COVID and haven't really had the motivation to write/edit. This 4th chapter isn't much but the next one will be much longer and better.

Please leave any ideas or suggestions you'd want to see for future chapters.

And lastly for anyone reading this, I love you and I hope you have a great day! 🥰
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I waited around for a few hours hiding next to the stairs.

I had ripped off another leg from the already broken chair and was waiting to attack him again.

Once I realized he wasn't coming back down I walked up the stairs to scream and beat on the door.

"LET ME OUT, YOU BASTARD! YOU CAN'T FUCKING KEEP ME HERE! *bang* CASEY WILL FIND ME AND HE'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"FUCK. *bang* YOU. *bang*"

I cursed and screamed for what felt like an hour.

He never came.

I heard nothing beyond the door.

I threw myself at the door one last time and finally, my body and voice gave out on me as I slumped to the ground.

I leaned against the door panting.

I gained enough energy to slowly walk down the stairs and lay down in the bedroom.

The bed was so soft, better than the bed in my apartment.

My exhaustion from my outburst made it easy to fall asleep.

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I woke up to the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

I kept my eyes closed hoping he'll think I'm still asleep.

The footsteps stopped at the doorway of the room I was in and I heard Mr.Psycho clear his throat.

"I know you're awake. You're a light sleeper," he said.

I frowned and groaned, lazily turning over.

"Go away," I mumbled, my eyes still closed.

"Fine I'll go, I guess you don't want the food I brought you," he said and I heard him start to walk away.

I took a second to think before opening my eyes and getting up to walk after him.

"Wait! I want the food," I yelled after him as he was already halfway up the stairs.

Damn, he's fast.

He stopped and turned around with a smirk.

"I'll only give you the food if you watch a movie with me." he bargained.

"And if I say no you're just going to starve me?" I said with a frown.

"Yup, now do we have an agreement or not?" He replied with a smirk, walking back down the stairs to stand in front of me.

I had to crane my neck to look up at him.

Fuck he's tall or maybe I'm just short.

Probably both.

He held up the plastic bag he was carrying.

A delicious smell came from it, making my stomach growl.

"Fine." I reluctantly agreed, snatching the bag out of his hand.

His toothy grin made me frown and I turned away to walk over to the table.

"We watch after I eat," I stated, watching as he walked to the couch in front of the tv.

"Fine, it will give me time to choose the movie." he sat down, grabbing the remote off the arm of the couch and turned on the TV.

I turned away from him to look into the bag, pulling out the plastic box.

I opened it and it was a baked potato and amazing-looking grilled chicken.

I grabbed the plasticware and dug in.

While I was eating I glanced at Mr.Psycho.

He was focused on the TV, searching through Netflix.

"I'm already guessing you know my name and I don't really see myself getting out of here anytime soon. So maybe you should tell me your name." I finally said with a half food-filled mouth.

"Proxy." He answered almost immediately, not even looking away from the tv.

"No way that's your real name," I turned to see him better, my brows furrowed.

"Cause it's not and you'll never know my real name cause it's not important." he finally looked at me as he spoke, his face blank.

I looked at him for a second then shrugged.

"I like the nickname I gave you anyways, Mr.Psycho." I said before turning back to the food.

I heard him quietly chuckle but said nothing, just continued looking for a movie.

I went back to eating.

Once I finished I walked to the bathroom to drop my trash in the bin.

I walked to the couch, standing on the side farthest from him.

He patted the empty space next to him.

I defied his request and sat on the floor across from him.

He didn't complain but instead scooted over on the couch to be sat behind me.

I looked at the tv and my heart skipped a beat when I saw he was looking through the horror genre.

"P-pick something else... I d-don't like horror movies..." I stuttered.

"I know" was all he said as he finally settled on a movie. It was 'Truth or Dare'.

I hate this movie... Casey forced me to watch it once and I couldn't sleep for a week.

He pressed play and turned up the volume.