(Please forgive me if this isn't too good, I've surprisingly never written a reader with Stockholm before.)
"I will only untie you and keep you that way if you behave, and if you misbehave, you will come back down here. Understand?"
You nod, "I wanna hear you say it." Kyoka said, "I understand." You told her. "Good," she simply replied back.
The light invaded your eyes as you entered the upstairs of the house, it honestly blinded you a little. The house looked like a mansion, you had been in that basement for so long, which made a normal house look huge to you.
"Sit here with me," Kyoka softly demanded. You were done as you were told and sat with her, she wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You didn't want to admit it, but you actually liked it. Ever since she had kidnapped you, you had never liked her touch. Not even her fingertip touching you. But now, you didn't mind it. What was this sudden change? Maybe it was just a temporary thing.
Well, that's what you thought at least.
In the days that followed, you were starting to warm up to the obsessed girl. Letting her hug, wrap her arm around your shoulder, and even kiss you!
What was wrong with you?! It's like the kidnapping never happened in the first place, why couldn't this feeling just go away? Yet, the feeling didn't. It was the only thing that filled you.
You eventuallly had accepted this 'odd' feeling, and acted like everything was normal.
It's not like Kyoka was some heartless monster, she did treat you well. She played music for you, wrote music for you, gave you presents. Kyoka was actually a really good girlfreind, and you loved her back like she did to you.
Maybe, just maybe. It wouldn't be that bad.
"I really like you like this baby, I hope you stay like this, forever."
