Stockholm's Syndrome

Chapter 1

Wrong place at the wrong time. That appeared to be the story of your life. You always found yourself in precarious situations. But this was by far the worst one ever.

After a late night out with some coworkers, you were making your way home. You had assured them that you would be fine walking since your place was only a few blocks from the bar. You had done it numerous times before. No biggie.

But as you had walked down an alley, thinking you would take the shortcut, you had, however, inadvertently stumbled into something you were not intended to have seen. A man in dark clothing was aiming a gun at another man who was kneeling in front of him. And then the gun went off. You should have run away. You should have screamed. But you remained still, motionless, and silent.

You blinked a few times, as if that would rid you of the sight in front of you. But no matter how many times you blinked, what you saw didn't change. The man who had moments ago been begging for his life lay dead on the ground, and the man in black leaned over, perhaps to make sure he was dead. A low noise was heard, and the man in black turned around and locked eyes with you. Fuck! Had you made that noise? You must have, because of the way the man looked at you, and before you had any time to think, he stood up and walked over to you.

And that's when everything went black.

You woke up slowly, taking in your surroundings. Trying to move your arms, you realized you were tied up. What the fuck?! Then you remembered the last thing that happened before you blacked out. The man in black, the dead man, and all the blood pouring onto the ground.

Looking around as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you noticed someone standing in the doorway at the far end of the room.

"I was beginning to think you hit your head too hard when you fainted and wouldn't wake up," the man at the end of the room said. You couldn't see him; the voice was low and dark. It sounded almost as if he were smiling, though.

"Who are you?" And untie me right now!" You said, almost demanding. For someone in your position, you sure didn't know how to act accordingly. You probably shouldn't be so...so bitchy. But right now, fear wasn't on your mind, even though it probably should be. Any normal person would be scared. And on some level, you guessed you were a little bit scared. But the moment the man stepped closer and you could see his face in the dim light emanating from the small window, something else took over.

His dark eyes, which looked almost black, made him look deadly. And his aquiline nose—you had always had a thing for men with big noses. And his jawline, with a five-o'clock shadow beginning to appear, made you want to run your tongue along it. You scolded yourself mentally for the way you let your mind run wild. This was insane. You were probably insane.

He was standing right in front of you, staring down at you, his dark eyes bored into you, straight into your soul. Thinking that if you had only taken an Uber, you would be at home in bed asleep now. But this was more interesting, even though it was so beyond fucked up that you even thought that. And you knew it.

He reached behind his back and pulled something out. A gun. Your eyes dropped to the gun in his hand. Eyes widening and your breath hitched, but not from fear. It should terrify you, but it didn't. The thought that ran through your mind at that moment had nothing to do with fear. He looked at you, then the gun in his hand, he reached out to you with the gun and dragged it along your jaw.

"Are you scared?" His voice was smooth like silk, and you fought with yourself to keep your breathing as normal as you could. This was beyond fucked. He had you tied up and a gun in your face, but here you were, turned on more than you had ever been before.

"No," you said as his dark eyes scanned your face. Your eyes dipped again to the gun, and a soft moan slipped out before you had the chance to stop it.

"Oh, you're a really filthy one, aren't you?" He asked, his voice like honey on toast while his eyes made you question your sanity. One should not be thinking that this man was hot, not in this situation at least. Any sane person would be scared out of their mind.