Stockholm Syndrome

11. The House

WARNING! This chapter has SLIGHT explicit content! And I promise the next chapter will be longer than this one.. Enjoy!

"Who's house is this and why are we here?" I question looking around the house that had only a couple chairs. "This used to be my house," he confirms. "Wait, so you took me to a place where people died in?" My eyes widen. "You watch a lot of scary movies don't you?" He asks, already knowing the answer because of the way I'm acting. I nod quickly. "You'll be fine, anyways, I'll show you around," he keeps his hand on the small of my back like it's his favorite spot to guide me. "This was the living room. That was my mom's chair, and that was my dad's chair," he points at the two chairs that are obviously old and have been here for years. "Kitchen," he shows me the kitchen, it's big. Duh it's big, Emily. They had 4 kids. He then walks to a room across from the kitchen, the paint is a pretty brick red color that is starting to chip. "This was my parent's room." He stops and looks around, clearly remembering everything. The only thing left in here is a bed and a couple pictures on the wall. I point at a picture on the wall,"I like this one." He walks over and looks at it while a small smile appears on his face. "Those are my parents," he points at the two older people. "Wow, you look just like your dad," I comment. "I get that a lot. This is my oldest brother, Aaron. This is the second oldest, Lewis. Then, there's me and Grace," he says pointing to every person as he speaks. He continues showing me around the house from his brothers' room and his sister's. He opens the door to what I assume is the last room in the house. "Last, but not least, my room," he announces showing me the dark blue room. "I walk in here and it feel so... lonely," I say. He keeps quiet. He sits on his bed because it is the only thing here. His bed is left with blankets and one picture that every room had, their family picture. His bed is pressed up against the wall so I sit down and lean against it. "Why did you take me here?" I look at him. "You said you walked in here and felt lonely right?" I nod. "Exactly, I needed you to feel what I felt." "Why?" "Because I just need someone to feel how I felt." I nod understandingly. I notice our legs are touching, my freshly shaved legs up against his leg. "I didn't really have the perfect life growing up either, J, you act like everything in my life is perfect." I can't help but grab his hand and intertwine our fingers together. "I didn't have many friends, just the 3 that I have now. It was rough because I had 2 years of school left and they already graduated. I was bullied all the time, I always had bruises and shit." I look down. "I'm sorry," J apologizes. I shake my head and tell him that it's okay. I don't want to talk about me anymore, I want to know more about J. "I just... I feel like that the only thing I can do to satisfy myself is to take people and put them through what I went through. I want to watch them scared, begging to get out. You only asked about 3 times, why?" He finds his way to make eye contact with me. "I don't know," is the only thing I can get out because, well, I honestly don't know. Of course I miss my family and friends. I miss them a lot but I don't know why I don't want to leave. "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" I start a new conversation. "I told you I lost my virginity, what do you think?" J, don't be a smart ass. "Did you love her?" He gives me a confused look. "Love? I don't love people, Emily." He confirms. "Why not?" "Because love gets you hurt no matter who it is, family or friends." I suppose that is true, but loving can make you happy as well. "I consider her my only girlfriend, I was with her for a few months. I don't know where she is now but I don't care," he shrugs. He rubs the back of my hand with his thumb from our intertwined fingers. "I don't like kidnapping, Em." He let's go of our hands. "I know, J," I understand. "No, you don't know! It sucks! Markus has complete control of me, he can do whatever the hell he wants with me," he runs his fingers through his hair. "Calm down," I rub his back. "I didn't choose this life, I didn't choose any of this!" J tugs on his hair and covers his face with his hands, I talk calmly to him and remove his hands from his face. He is breathing heavy and his cheeks are wet from the first tears I've ever seen come out of his eyes. "Sh," I bring my face to his with our noses touching. "It's okay, it all gets better than this, I promise." I keep my eyes on him and my voice at just barely a whisper. "Why do you make me do this?" He puts both of his hands around my waist, pulling my body closer to his. "Why do keep saying that?" I brush his hair back to fix it back into the quiff it was once in before he pulled on it. "Because you keep making me want to kiss you," he says before biting his bottom lip and staring at my lips. "Kiss me then," I lick my lips to moist them before we do kiss.

For the first time he kisses me passionately. He cups my cheek and strokes it gently like the most gentle human being in the world. I feel our tongues quickly find each other. I find myself laying on the perfectly made bed with my hands on both sides of my head, straddled by J. He presses a soft kiss against the side of my neck that makes a small sound come out of my mouth. "That was hot," J comments on the sound I've never made before. I try to move my hands that are straddled down to touch him, but I can't, he's to strong. He notices me trying to get loose and smirks. I stare at him biting my bottom lip. "J, why are we doing this?" I ask as he finally lets go of me. "Because we both know we want the same thing," he takes of his shirt off and looks down at me to assure that that's what I want as well. "That's true," I reply touching his abs with the tips of my fingers. "Stand up." I do as he says because he knows what he's doing and I don't. He walks behind me and unzips my dress, letting it fall down to my ankles. I'm left in my matching bra and panties. "Don't turn around yet." I listen to him shuffling around as I hear his pants fall to the floor and set his shoes off to the side. I take my heels off and set them in a corner. "Can I look now?" He says yes. I turn around to see him standing in nothing but his boxers. He walks up to me and wraps his arms around me, searching for the clip of my bra to get it off. It finds its way to the floor. I slowly cover myself. "Don't be insecure, Emily. I like the way you look," he admits. He helps me put my arms down as he looks at me. He lays me back down on the bed leaving kisses on my neck, shoulder, and chest. I find myself not able to take this because it feels good, so I grip onto the blanket. He leaves kisses down my stomach finally reaching my panties. He takes them off with his teeth slowly, it was sexy. We shouldn't be doing this. He kidnapped me, but damn does this feel so right. He comes back up after throwing them on the floor, I cannot wait. I find myself pulling off his boxers, exposing his big one. Thinking that, THAT is going to be in ME makes me hurt already. I'm nervous, my first time is going to be with someone who kidnapped me. "I'm nervous," I say out loud. "I'll be gentle, I'll take it easy," he assures me. We have no protection or anything, I hope I'm okay. I hope I'm not sloppy, I want to be good. "Put your legs here," he wraps my legs around his waist. Before I know it, he's pushing himself into me slowly. We both let out a loud moan. He begins pushing himself in and out of me, it hurts. He goes fast, I'm about to scream but he presses his lips against mine. I feel all types of emotions. Nervous, happy, excited, and scared. But I'm enjoying this, I really like him. Stockholm Syndrome, huh? This is what it feels like.

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P.S. Today... June 26, 2015... My country, the Unites States of America... Legalized gay marriage in all 50 States! Yay!(: