Stockholm Syndrome

2. Don't Even Think About It

The whole car ride was quiet, I was tired but couldn't sleep. I want to go home! Suddenly the car stopped and the stranger picked me up and carried me inside. My back hurts so bad, something really scratched me. The stranger opened a door to what sounded like a house and I am beyond scared. I sat down on a couch and I whimpered softly because of my back. "Sh," the man shushed me. "Are you going to run away?" He asked in a low, raspy voice. I didn't answer because I had tape over my mouth. "Move your head, yes or no. Are you going to run away?" His voice was more stern this time which frightened me, I shook my head 'no' slowly, only because I don't want him to hurt me. He took off my blindfold so I could see his face. He was scary looking, it goes well with his voice. I wanted to cry, but who knows what he would do to me at this point. I looked out the window, it was dark but I could tell that we were in the middle of nowhere. "Don't even look at that window. I know what's running through your head, you want to get out of here. Well I'll tell you what, you're not ever getting out of here. Not through that door," he pointed, "and not through that window." He stared me in the eyes making sure I understood every word he was saying. "Get this through your head, okay? If you EVER decide to run away or get out of here, I WILL find you and I WILL come after you. Do you understand?" I nodded shakily. What is happening and why is it happening to me!? "Now," he paused, "I'm going to untie you." I didn't move my head or anything, so he untied me. I set my hands on my lap, they were shaking. "What's your name?" He asked. All I could do was look down, don't answer him. Maybe he will get annoyed and let you go... or kill you. "I don't like waiting for answers, and I also don't like repeating myself. Now, what is your name?" He explained himself, and stared at me. "Emily," I whispered. "Emily," he paused and nodded, "interesting name," he cracked his nuckles and moved behind me to fix a frame that was crooked. I only turned around for a quick second because I didn't want to stare for to long. "Follow me," he demanded and I listened. He guided me to the bathroom, my hands wouldn't stop shaking. "Take off your shirt." He commanded. "W-What?" I stuttered. He's not going to kill me, he's going to rape me. "Have you forgotten already? I told you I don't like repeating myself now do it." he didn't yell, but had a strict tone. I took off the top part of the tight, black outfit, luckily I actually chose to wear a bra with it. He had me face the mirror while he stood behind me, I kept my eyes to the floor scared of what was to come next. I felt a liquid on my back where the cut was at, "ah," I whimpered softly because it stung. He didn't say anthing after that. "Stay here," he said as he left the room and up the stairs. I felt like telling him not to talk to me like I was a dog but who would have known what he would have done that time too. He came back in and put a shirt and a pair of sweat pants on the counter top, "Change into these and come back out. Your shirt is covered in blood on the back." he then left the room. I used the toilet and took off the rest of my clothes. I looked at my back in the mirror and saw that he had put a cream medicine on the deep cut. I shook my head because of how bipolar this man is, I don't even know his name. I put on the clothes then looked in the mirror again and looked at how baggy the clothes were. I sighed and came out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the couch watching TV. "Come sit down." I did as he said. I sat at the opposite end of the couch he was at. There was silnce for about 15 minutes. "Where is my phone?" I asked. "I don't have it, you probably dropped it at the club," he replied keeping his eyes on the TV. "Where are my friends I came with?" I questioned him again. "I don't know, but they're not here in my house." He took a bite of an apple. "What's you're name?" I asked a third question. "You know, you ask a lot of questions." He looked straight at me. This time I got a full representation of his details. Dark brown eyes, dark hair that was nearly black, and shiney, white teeth like he should be in a Colgate commercial. "Sorry," I apologized and looked down. "You can call me J," he simply said. "J?" I was curious of why just the letter J. " Just J." he simply said. He looked older than me, but I didn't want to ask more questions and upset him. "If you have any more questions, go ahead and ask me now so I don't get mad later." He seemed to have read my mind. "How old are you?" I looked at him again. "21. I take it you're the same age." He semi-questioned. "I'm 18," I corrected him. "18!? You're joking right?" He looked at me shockingly. "No?" I was confused. "What were you doing at that club then?" He was still in shock. "My friends dragged me there. Can I please leave?" I asked that question, which was a mistake. "I told you not to even think about leaving. Did I not?" He got angry again and all I did was nod. "J?" I needed something. "What?" he seemed annoyed with me already. "I'm hungry," I held my stomach. "Wait here," he walked to the kitchen. I held my knees up to my chest. I miss home, my friends, my family. I want to leave.

I ended up getting 2 sandwiches that night and even my own room... well, it was his room but he's letting my sleep in it while he sleeps on the couch downstairs. He reminded me that he is not a heavy sleeper and will wake up to almost anything, that way I don't escape. I couldn't sleep so I lied on the bed looking around the room with just my eyes. The house was obviously not new. It looks as if he built it himself, but aged over time. The house creeks a lot, and a few of the steps are sort of wobbly that if you take the wrong step you might fall through. I took a long sigh and stayed up almost the whole night. To shorten things up, I only got 1 hour of sleep that whole night.

"Wake up, Princess! Breakfast is ready!" He yelled straight into the room. "Don't..." I started but quickly stopped myself. "Don't what?" He walked in more into the room. "Don't call me that." I dug my face into the pillow. "I will call you whatever I want. Whatever I say, goes. There are no questions about it. Now get up and get your breakfast, if you're not in the kitchen in 5 minutes, there WILL be consequences." He then left the room leaving me to get up on my own. I went downstairs before my 5 minute mark hit. I could smell the delicious breakfast that J had ready on the table, he was already sitting on his side. "Smells good," I complimented the smell and sat down on my side where the breakfast was placed. "Tastes good too," he replied taking a bite. I looked down at my plate. Eggs, bacon, toast, and a pancake. "Are you allergic to anything?" he asked. All I did was shake my head no because my mouth was full of food.

Within minutes I devoured the food and J was just taking his last bite. He got up, took our plates, and cleaned both of our dishes. "From now on, you will be wearing my clothes because the clothes that you came with are extremely uncomfortable and stained with blood," he explained to me. "Thanks," I thanked him and he didn't even say 'you're welcome'. I don't know about this guy, he makes me nervous. I just want to leave this place. "What scratched me?" I asked, hoping he would know. "A knife," he replied with no emotion at all. Literally, the only emotion J has is anger. Other than that his face is always blank. "Did you do it?" I questioned. After all, he did kidnap me. "The whole time you've been here, I've never hurt you. I've only helped cure the cut, so what do you think?" he asked with an extreme attitude. All I did was shrug my shoulders because I didn't want to make him mad. But... one more question won't hurt, "Why am I here?" He looked me dead in the eyes. "You are here because I want you to be here. One day you'll thank me." His voice is always stern, and honestly, I don't like it. "How long will I be here?" I feel as if I'm on a game show asking fifty million questions to a contestant. "You know, you ask a hell of a lot of questions. That's enough," and he walked away. I sighed and went into the small living room that contained the small TV he enjoyed watching. I crossed my arms and looked at him on the couch. "Why are you staring at me?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the TV. "I want to bathe," I demanded. I felt disgusting and smelly. He got up and motioned for me to follow him, so I did. He brought me more clothes to wear after I get out, some a bit smaller so they wouldn't be as baggy. "I don't own any bras so... sorry about that. Also, you'll be wearing boxers because I don't own panties." He explained while starting my bath. He got out the shampoo, conditioner, soap, and a towel. "Thank you," I thanked him a second time today. All he did was nod and then he left the bathroom. I stripped down to nothing and got in the warm water. I felt relaxed.

I woke up around 3 in the morning that night. I don't remember getting out and getting into bed. I looked around and felt that I had J's t-shirt, sweatpants, and boxers on... no bra. I don't remember getting out of the bath, or dressing myself. I looked to my right and jumped because I saw a body right next to me, I put a hand on my chest and noticed the rate of my heart speed up. "Why are you awake? It's late." It was J who was next to me. "I-I don't know. I just woke u-up," I stuttered but let out a sigh of reliefe because it was just J next to me. "Go back to bed," he insisted. "How did I get in here?" I asked, desperately wanting to know. "I carried you. Now go back to bed." I could tell he was slightly tired and that me jumping caused him to wake up. I whispered an 'okay' and quickly fell back asleep.

Author's Note: Do you guys enjoy this story so far? I promise the parts will get longer as time progresses. Just leave me comments and let me know. x