DNF • SMUT ~ FLUFF ~ ONE-SHOTS

Stockholm Syndrome {SMUT}

This story should be fun. And for those of you who know what Stockholm Syndrome is...your in for a ride. For those who don't...well buckle in for an amazing surprise.
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{Ropes} - Will be included in this chapter. So. HEHHE
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George had late night work to finish. He hated having to do his job at night, seeing as he couldn't drive so walking home was the only solution. Plus it was cold out and George was hesitant leaving his work building.
He took a while finishing up a few things, wasting time. It's not like it would help though, he needed to go home eventually.

Of course he sadly finished his work, left the building and started walking. Cold hair hitting his face as he dug his hands into his jacket pockets, snuggling his face into his scarf.
The sidewalk he walked down was scary. Streets empty, and no one passing by. It gave him some goosebumps. George knew nothing would happen, and if anything did happen he just had to start picking up his pace.

Than a car slowly started driving beside him. George payed no mind to it as the street was icy so drivers would need to be a bit slow. Thing is the car just stayed beside George the entire time he walked, he gave it a quick glare but the windows were dark and he couldn't see the driver from inside.
'It's two in the morning, why would this guy be driving out anyway. Unless he also had a night shift.' George started speed walking, trying to make sure this car wasn't following him in any way.

To George's fear the car also picked up its speed a bit to stay beside him. George's breathing picked up, his heart was pounding rapidly and he didn't feel so safe anymore.
All George could do was start running, and he did. He made sure not to hit any ice or trip on something. The car went faster, staying beside him and George was running out of breath, his face got colder and his ears were frozen solid.
But as George continued to run the car went faster driving ahead of him. George slowed down and the car kept going, almost so far to the point he couldn't see the car anymore. George collected his breath, walking as he did before.

Then he stopped, froze in his spot and looked dead ahead of him. There was a man wearing a hood, coming towards him.

"Who...?" George squinted, trying to get a closer look. "Who the fuck are you?" George called out to him.

"Do you have time to talk?" The man asked. George stepped back away from him. "Aw. Don't be scared." He walked to him faster, George walking back more ready to run.

"Stay....back." George ordered. The man did as he was told and he stopped. George stopped too. "What do you need?" He asked him.

"Just...I have a question." He added, stepping closer to him. George again took a few steps back. It went silent between the two. George didn't know what to say, and the guy wasn't asking his question. "Now." He snapped his fingers.

"What? What are yo-" Immediately George felt a hand tighten around his mouth. His breath shortening and not long did he pass out, the world going blank.

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George woke up in an empty room, his hands were tied behind his back. It was cold and his jacket was off. Tossed in a corner and across the room was a door. George got up, struggling but it's not like his feet were tied up too.
Only problem was, George couldn't opened the door. And he was tied up with rope. A little hard to escape from and plus there was nothing in the room he could use to try and cut them off with.

"HEY!" George shouted. "LET ME OUT! ASSHOLE!" George maybe thought everything that happened was a dream. But no...he was stuck in some room. Cold and tied up.

He heard footsteps approaching from the other side. George stepped back, the door unlocking and then it slowly opened. George was a little shocked when he saw who came in.
A taller man, with blond brownish hair. Still wearing the hoodie he used to hide himself with black pants.