Like Daylight (Taylor swift imagines💅)

You belong with me 💛 (gxg) Dark tay

I apologize in advance

I'm back
The trip was great although my plan to drive from New York to Washington and stop in my hometown Philadelphia wasn't smart like it's an ok trip but very lonely when by urself especially when it's pouring down with rain. But it was great in Washington getting to see the White House and going to the capital building. Anyway on my journey back to new York from Washington I had company and she was talking about the book she was reading which included this person battling with Stockholm syndrome and showing that sometimes it's not all black and white and u can experience the craving of needing that person but also know u need to get out of that situation.
Anyway I hope u guys enjoy this short one I tried to make it longer by including more info at the start but I think I made it worse.
Love you lots
XOXO- Ivy🫶🏼

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF BEING KIDNAPPED, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME.

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A bit of info to begin with:

Y/n's relationship with Taylor started off in a seemingly normal and typical way - they met through mutual friends, hit it off, and quickly developed a romantic connection. However, as they spent more time together, y/n began to notice subtle signs of possessiveness from Taylor.

One of the first signs y/n noticed was how Taylor would constantly want to know where they were and who they were with at all times. Taylor would regularly ask for updates on y/n's whereabouts and would even become agitated if y/n didn't respond quickly enough.

Another sign was how Taylor would express jealousy towards y/n's other friends, especially those of the opposite gender. Taylor would often make snide comments about y/n's relationships with other people, implying that they were not comfortable with y/n spending time with anyone else.

Additionally, y/n noticed that Taylor would frequently check their phone and social media accounts, looking for any signs of potential infidelity or betrayal. This behavior made y/n feel suffocated and like they were constantly under surveillance.

Overall, these possessive behaviors began to take a toll on y/n's mental and emotional well-being, causing them to question the health of their relationship with Taylor.

Now Y/n's pov:

As I sat chained to the bed in Taylor's cabin, I couldn't believe how quickly everything had spiraled out of control. What had started as a simple crush on my boss had turned into a nightmare of possessiveness and kidnapping. Taylor's once charming smile now sent shivers down my spine, as I realized the depth of her obsession with me.

"Why are you doing this, Taylor?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear and confusion.

Taylor simply smiled, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "Because we're meant to be together, y/n. Forever."

I pleaded with her to let me go, but she only tightened the restraints around my wrists. As the days turned into weeks, I found myself developing a strange bond with my captor. Taylor's manipulation and control had begun to warp my perception, and I found myself craving her approval and affection.

One night, as I lay in bed, I whispered, "I miss my family. Can I please call them, Taylor?"

Her face darkened, and she shook her head. "No, y/n. I'm all you need now. They don't understand us like I do."

I felt a pang of guilt for even daring to question Taylor's authority. She had become my whole world, and the thought of losing her terrified me more than anything.

But as the days passed, the walls of the cabin began to feel suffocating. I longed for freedom, for a chance to see my family and friends again. I knew deep down that Taylor's love was warped and unhealthy, but I couldn't bring myself to betray her trust.

Then one day, I made a decision. I couldn't stay trapped in this twisted version of love any longer. I needed to escape, no matter the cost.

As I made my way back home, my heart pounded in my chest. I knew Taylor wouldn't take my departure well, but I had to break free from her toxic grasp.

But as I walked down the familiar streets towards my house, a hand covered my mouth from behind. Panic surged through me as I struggled against the chloroform-soaked cloth, the world fading into darkness.

When I woke up, the familiar sight of Taylor's bedroom greeted me. My heart sank as I realized that my escape had been in vain.

Taylor stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes filled with a mixture of rage and desperation. "You can't leave me, y/n. I won't let you."

Tears streamed down my face as I begged her to let me go. But Taylor's grip only tightened, her possessive love smothering me in its suffocating embrace.

Days turned into weeks, Taylor's manipulation and control had twisted my thoughts, leaving me trapped in a cycle of fear and dependence.

But as the days stretched into months, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I knew I couldn't continue to live in this nightmare of captivity and control. I needed to find a way to break free, no matter the risks.

As I lay in the darkness of the room, I whispered to myself, "I will escape. I will find a way out of this twisted love that binds me to Taylor."

But as the door creaked open and Taylor's chilling smile greeted me, I knew that my journey towards freedom was far from over. The cliffhanger of my life hung in the balance, and I could only hope that I would find the strength to break free from Taylor's possessive grasp.