Stockholm Syndrome

Stockholm Syndrome: Complications

The image of my father in tears from seeing me is definitely not that touching as I expected.

I did'nt expect him to be happy actually.

"Yeonhee!" he said immediately hugging me. It's disgusting.

"You had us all worried! If it were'nt for the tracking device your brother had put in... we surely could'nt find you...."

I nod. "Dad, can I sleep? Im tired."

I did'nt wait for his answer though. I just left off. That was that.

My breath was unnaturally fast. Walking the hallways of the manor to my room. It made my head hurt.

Finally reaching my black double doors, I entered my room. Slamming the door shut. I let out a deep breath. I need to cool off. Yes. Yes. I need it.

Asking a maid for a lemon bubble bath, I stare blankly at the window. The familiar city lights somehow calming my shaken nerves.

"The bath is ready, M'lady." the maid informed.

Dismissing her with a blank and curt nod, I headed towards the bathroom. Stripping off my clothes as make my way in.

The cool water made me let out a sigh.

Yeonhee....

"What is it that you want?" I said, sipping from the cold frappe I asked earlier. The bubbles submerging my body up to my chest.

What happens now???

I laugh at the thought. Im talking to myself. As if Im crazy. The thought was absurd but true.

I think about the past months. What happened, analyzed each of it. Realizing every little detail I seem to miss. A plan forming in my mind. It was perfect.

A smile creeps to my face. What a wonderful plan. And I shall have it done.

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"This is bad..." Yixuan said, taking a spoonful of our dinner. The three of us, me, Dad and him eating on the dining room.

"Is something wrong my son?" Dad asked. Being as caring to Yixuan as he is.

"Yeonhee's captor... I think I hit his head against the table too hard..." he said drinking from his wine glass.

"He lost his memories... as what the doctor said..." he continued.

"Are you sure?" Dad inquired.

"Yes, I tried torturing the hell out of him. But no luck... he really is amnesiac..."

Torturing the hell out of him....

I clench my fist at the statement. Fuck.

"I want the prisoner under my control..." I said drinking from my glass as well.

"Why?!"

"I have my reasons, Dad. Im pretty sure when it comes to torturing rights, I deserve it more than anyone in this room..."

Yixuan raised his eyebrows in response, "Very well. His in my medical chambers."

Standing up from the table, I headed for the door.

"Also, there's something I want you guys to know..." I said not looking behind.

"What is it my dear?"

"I want Yixuan to train me."

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[A/N: So this chap.... well, take down important notes. XD.

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