Stockholm Syndrome (H.S. AU)

Chapter One

  I look down and see my hand attached to his. Looking around at my surroundings I see a ferris wheel and a carousel, and lights twinkling, and smiles all around. Grinning I pull him with me towards the blue ferris wheel. He smiles and follows me, his eyes shimmer with happiness as we wait for our seat.
Sitting in the rocking seat he runs his thumb over my palm. Tracing his thumb up and down my fingers. The ride jerks and we go up, holding onto his arm I squeeze his bicep, and nuzzle my face into his neck. Feeling his soft skin and rough jaw, I smile at the scruff of his skin, and the toughness of his face.
"Look what you're doing to me," He says shaking his head, "Look what you've done now."
I look into his emerald green eyes, as we stop at the top of the ferris wheel. The way his face resembles what I see as, an abundance of happiness. I can't seem to get him out of my mind. The ride starts to lower us down, one by one, and I look down at the beauty of the world surrounding us. I feel his soft hand against mine, and I can smell his peppermint skin.
As we get lower onto the platform where we step off, we see them. They found me, and there's no where to run. He pushes me behind him, as he holds onto my hand. I tremble as I see them, remembering what I went through. Looking up at him, I try and treasure the last moment, we might have together, taking in his every look, every structure, every part of him. Jumping onto him as one of them, come up and try and pull me away. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss it gently, tugging at him, I can't stop myself from crying.
They pull me away from him, and I try my best to look back at him, but when I do he just stands there. He's not even fighting for me, or trying to reach me. I force myself to look away from him, back at the man tugging on my arm to walk to the car. I jerk my arm away and run back to him. He catches me, placing his hands on my hips. He looks down at me with sadness in his eyes. I wrap my arms around him making it clear I won't go, without a fight. But they pull me away and place a cloth on my mouth.
As they pull me away, I look back at him and see him mouth the words. " I Love You."

Jerking up from my sleep, I look down at my tied arms and wince at the rawness of my skin from the rubbing. Tears flow down my cheeks, at remembrance of the dream. I know him, I know, I know him. But I can' t picture him, trying to escape from the ropes, they pull at my skin and I cry out in pain, at the burning.
The door opens and they walk in, starring at me, laughing at me, walking over to me he strokes my face and I look up at his deep brown eyes, my jaw trembles and I try my hardest to keep back the tears. A single tear falls and a hand reaches and wipes it away, he holds my jaw up and raises his hand and slaps me. Biting my lip in pain I look down, and try to to focus on my burning cheek.