Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 6

"No, Matt! I'm fucking done with you!" I screamed, taking out my suitcase from the top shelf of the walk in closet. I threw it on the bed and zipped it open to have it closed By Matt.

"You're not leaving, Alexa." He told me calm but mad. I walked back in the walk in closet and took all of my shirts from the hangers. I laid them on the bed and opened the suitcase back up.

"Yes I am, Matthew. You've treated me like shit for too long. I already bought my own place. We're over." I told him, stuffing clothes in the suitcase and my eyes tearing up a little bit.

Matt moved to the door and closed it. "I'm not letting you leave, Alexa." I sighed as I put my pants in the suitcase.

"Yes You are, Matthew. I'm breaking up with you and I'm leaving." I went to look up at him by the door but I couldn't even lift my head all the way up before I was slammed against the wall.

I pushed on his chest but he didn't budge an inch. "Get the hell away from me." I hissed. He looked at me straight in the eye and smirked, amused.

"I'm not letting you leave, ever. You don't have a say in what you want to do. You're mine, Alexa." He put his head in the crook of my neck and pushed my waist closer to the wall with his hands. I felt his fingers tighten around my waist as he took a small step closer to me. "You're mine." I felt his hand travel to my breast. "This is mine." He gave it a squeeze which caused me to gasp. The same hand went down to my butt. "This is mine." He squeezed my butt and started kissing me from my collar bone up to just behind my ear, my sweet spot. I let out a small moan as I felt his hand move from my butt to in between my legs. "This is mine." He said more forcefully and gave me a squeeze.

I let out a yelp and I knew I had to get out of here. I started pushing on his chest and he threw me down on the bed. He slipped off my sweatpants and ran his hands up under my shirt to my boobs. "Say it." He ordered. "Say you're mine." He started kissing me sloppily and I felt tears start to stream down my face.

"I'm yours."

I groaned as I regained consciousness, feeling my joints stiff. I guess my eyes were too heavy to open because they refused, no matter how hard I tried. There was a strand of hair covering my face and I felt it on my cheek so I moved my arm up to move it.

That was the first time I heard the chains.

I started freaking out. Why was a chain connected to my wrist. I reached over and touched the other one and sure enough there was a medal chain connected to it. There was a medal clasp around my wrist, kind of like a handcuff but much thicker and more dense. I followed the chain up to the wall with my hand and it was pretty long. I'd say about 4 feet of chains.

I felt my ankles restricted with something other than chains. It was scratchy and irritating. I felt it with my hand and realized that it was rope.

I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs, bits of the chain touching my exposed feet and calfs. I felt someone watching me but not close up.

"Oh, Alexa." There it was. There was that vaguely familiar voice that I just couldn't tell who it was. "Poor, helpless, Alexa." He said again. He clicked his tongue and I could just imagine him shaking his head and slowly walking towards me.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling from nerves. There was a pause before he responded.

"You don't know me? I'll give you a hint." I heard him crouch down right in front of me. "You left me two years ago." He rested his hands on my knees. "No, let's phrase that better. You escaped from me two years ago." No. No no no no no. It can't be him. He could not have done this to me. "Any guesses?" I heard the smirk on his voice.

His heads traveled down the sides of each of my thighs and slipped under my shorts. He gave my butt a squeeze and I jumped a bit. "Talk." He ordered.

"Matthew.." I muttered disgustingly.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" He said sarcastically. He took my blind fold off and the light in the room blinded my eyes for a second. I looked around and saw we were in a small room. The walls, floor, and ceiling was made out of cement. There was one small window in the upper right corner that had jail cell bars covering it. The door was steel and had many locks. Probably inside and out.

I looked in front of me and saw Matthew. For the first time in 2 years im actually seeing his face again. His hair got longer. He got stronger. He looks more mature for his age.

Those eyes. The chocolate brown eyes that I fall for everytime. I looked away from them, knowing that if I looked at them for too long I would have gone in too deep and drowned. His skin seemed smoother, darker. His lips looked pinker and fuller.

I snapped myself out of it when I realized his hands were on my butt still. "Get your filthy hands off me you prick." I snapped at him. "You've already ruined my life. You ruined my perspective on things. You ruined my happiness. You ruined my brain and you gave me fucking anxiety. I have anxiety and suffer from depression because of you and right when I start getting my shit back together you come in here and ruin it all again! Leave me the fuck alone, Matthew!" I screamed.

Not once did his eyes show a sign of hurt, betrayal, sadness. They just revealed anger, rage, and madness. I let my legs stretch out and I kicked him as hard as I could in the gut. He stumbled back from his crouching position to on his butt. I heard a slight groan but he covered it up. "Okay, you want to play it that way. I see."

He walked over to a panel on the wall and pushed a button. Both of the chains on my arms started retracting into the wall. The length in the chains shortened and my arms had to start rising because the chains were going into the wall above my head. My arms kept raising until they were up against the wall but Matt didn't stop.

He kept holding the button down and I was forced to lift my butt up slightly, as the hole in the wall for the chains was very far above my head. My wrists hurt like hell and I was completely restricted from moving my arms. I managed to tuck my feet under my butt so I wasn't just dangling in the air. "There, that's better." Matt said.

I clenched my teeth to keep me from whimpering out in pain. "Now listen." He told me, crouching down and getting in my face. "I don't care what you say, you have no choice. We're dating again."

"Too late I already have a boyfriend." I smartassed back. It earned me a slap the the face. I gasped as it stung my face and my head turned to the side.

"Too bad. He won't find you here so you're all mine. I'm in control. You have to do what I want when I want it. Disobey and you get a punishment. Babe, believe me you don't want that." He threatened. He put his hands on my thighs and I tried to push them off but forgot that I was restricted by the chains. He noticed and smirked, obviously amused by how he had complete control over me.

He ran his hands up my thighs and I shifted uncomfortably. He chuckled a light chuckle. "So you don't like it when I touch you?" He asked rhetorically. "But you got so much hotter, Alexa. I can't control myself from touching you." He told me.

His hands trailed from my thighs to my hips, waist, boobs, and finally face. He held my face in both of his hands and felt my jaw line. "Your skin is still so smooth." He mumbled. "And your lips. Fuck, your lips. They look so much better. I just want to kiss them so bad."

"Get away from me."

He ignored me and kept talking.

"Guess what? I can kiss them and you can't do anything to stop me." He suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me closer as he dove in to kiss my lips. I whimpered from the restraints cutting into my wrists.

He kissed me slow and soft. Then got faster and harder. His tongue went into my mouth without permission and I gasped. He explored my mouth as I didn't kiss back. He was getting impatient with me not kissing back so he squeezed my butt, hard. "Kiss back, Alexa." He demanded forcefully as he kissed me.

I hesitantly kissed back and it was disgusting. He finally pulled away and left both of us out of breath. "Matt! Matt where are you?!" I heard an unfamiliar voice from outside of the room. So the walls aren't sound proof. Maybe I'll use that in advantage. But I'll save it for later when matts not here to kill me.

"Shit." He got up and opened the steel door to reveal a welcoming wood door. He paused before walking out. "Stay here and don't move." He smirked. "Not like you could anyway."