Stockholm syndrom

Day 2

It's dark. I can hardly see anything. When suddenly, I hear laughter coming from different places around me. The room moves with all the senses .Hissing noises take over the laughter. I'm hot, very hot, yet my sweat is so cold, icy even. When I think I've gone mad, I see a syringe lying around on the floor. I scream in pain, in fear. Funny thoughts are running through my head, everything is happening so fast up there. My heart is beating fast. Suddenly, all the fuss stops, in fact I have never felt so calm in my life, I have difficulty thinking. That's when he enters, the panic resumes. He drugged me... I hear a noise in the distance.

-No no ...

I protect myself with my arms. I hear him chuckle and approach the room I'm in, tell me I'm dreaming. The metal door opens, I can barely see him, he approaches me. My heart skips a beat, and my breathing is now non-existent... he begins to loosen the chains at my feet. I want to move,but my body is incapable of it. My muscles are like spaghetti.

- There's no way you'll escape so don't even try, or you'll regret it.

I nod my head in fear that he's so close to me. He grabs me by the arm forcing me up and leads me further into the room, turns out into a bathroom... It's so dirty and... spooky. The pieces of glass, coming from the mirror, blood and the yellowed and dusty shower, the stains of which I have no desire to know the origin. He unties my hands and leaves me free. I look at the pieces of glass on the ground and try to calculate my shot, but his words come back to me. He interrupts the debate with me by pointing his gun at me. I instinctively back away.

- If you consider it just one more time, you won't be able to use this bathroom anymore, understood?

I nod hard due to the fact that I'm shaking so much.

- The only reason why I let you use it I don't want to endure another day the smell you give off when you piss on yourself.

I look at my pants, I hadn't even noticed that I had done it. It must be whatever he's injecting me that's making me so weird.

He pulls me a nightgown torn in some place and like his bathroom stained with I don't know what. I look at it in disgust. I imagine underwear would be too much to ask. I don't speak and wait patiently for him to order me to operate and jump into the shower or for him to leave. But he stays there, he stares at me. He loses his patience.

- What are you waiting for? Jump in the shower. Do you really think I'm going to leave you alone?! Take your clothes off and go.

Tears start rolling down my cheeks unintentionally. Hands shaking, I undress on a shiver. And he does not fail to look at me attentively.

- You are ashamed? You should. Now get in the shower.

I start to cry so hard that I have hiccups. I turn on the water in the shower and wash myself quickly to put an end to my misery. Why me? I can't take it anymore why doesn't he kill me and be done with this? I close the water cursing my umpteenth panic attack since my kidnapping. The steam made it difficult for me to breathe. Trying to get air into my lungs, I collapse to the ground. I am in hell.

- Get up bitch, we don't have all day.

Damn ... jerky sobs make my lungs hurt like crazy. I don't have the strength to perform. So, he comes to get me, raising me with one arm and swinging me to the other end of the room. I scream in pain. My hip becomes blue and swollen instantly.

- If I tell you to get up, it's because you have to fucking do it!

He puts the nightgown on me, pulling my hair and the skin of my face. And sends me back to my original place by the wrist which thanks to him must be deprived of blood circulation. He quickly ties me up and leaves the room.