I woke up in a dark room. I blinked my eyes and I tried to adjust them to the darkness and after a minute or so i could look around. It was just a room. Carpeted floor, regular walls, a small closet, and a wooden door. The funny this was that there was nothing in here except for me, and that it was also quite small.
I stood up and stretched my limbs out, surprised they werent bound together to make sure I wouldn't escape. I tried opening the door but when I jiggled the knob it wouldn't move so I assumed I was locked in from the inside of course. I walked towards the closet and slid it open. What was inside scared me the most.
The other door opened causing me to turn around and slide the closet door shut quickly. "I see you're awake." He said casually.
I decided not to respond to that as he walked closer towards me. I stood my ground and looked him square in the eye, having to tilt my head up a little bit as he was so tall and uncomfortably close to me. He rested his hands on my hips and before he could pull me close I shoved him back, catching him off guard.
He stumbled but regained balance quickly. "Leave me the fuck alone matt!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I walked up to push him again. Instead this time when I made contact with his chest he gripped both of my wrists making me wince because I had bruises on them from last night.
"don't tell me what to fucking do, Alexa! You don't have a say in what I do to you. You're mine." He told me, pushing me back against a wall. "You will learn to love me eventually." With that he slammed his lips against mine. "Kiss back." He demanded which I obeyed.
I kissed him back and when he stuck his tongue down my throat I flinched back but he put his hand behind my neck and pulled me deeper in the kiss. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine as we caught out breaths. I'm not going to lie, I wanted him to kiss me again. "You don't know how much I just want to kiss those lips all day." He said breathlessly.
"Then do it." I replied bravely. I saw the smirk make its way onto his lips before we went back at it. This time he didn't hold my wrists. One of his hands was wrapped around my back as the other was around my neck, both pulling me closer to him. Mine found their way to his neck and hair. The make out session got really heated and we were just on the verge of making it something more until he stopped kissing me and walked away.
I stood there like an idiot as I saw him open the door and close it like nothing happened. I went over to see if it was locked and it wasn't so i decided to investigate. I quietly walked out of a room and saw a very unfamiliar room. It looked like the kitchen but it looked nothing like the kitchen when I was first kidnapped. Neither did the hallways, living room, or bathroom.
I started getting very confused. The house was big and I started to get lost. "Hey, Alexa! You're up." I heard at the end of the hall. I turned around to see Nash walking towards me.
"Yeah, did you guys move or something?" I asked. I small smile played on his lips before he responded.
"Yeah let me give you a tour." He offered. I gladly accepted and followed him upstairs. He opened a room that seed to be a bedroom and I walked inside first. I heard the door click close and I turned around immediately.
"Okay, Nash, I understand it's a bedroom. You can take me to the next place now." I told him. He chuckled and walked towards me. I backed up until I hit the bed and fell onto my back. He took no time to climb on top of me.
"I haven't given you the full tour yet, Alexa." He whispered in my ear. I let out an uneasy breath. "No need to be afraid." He pushed some hair off my face. "I've wanted to do this for a while now." He mumbled, his lips brushing against mine. I watched his blue eyes close right before he slammed his lips on mine.
I whimpered as he kissed me roughly. I didn't like any of it and I was feeling trapped. I took my hands and pushed his chest as hard as a could. He moved a little bit but just grunted and dug his hands into my waist. I gasped from the pain because of bruises and how hard he was holding my waist. He didn't hesitate to stick his tongue down my throat at all. I moved my hands to his and tried to get them to move.
Nash rolled us over so I was on top. His grip let go slightly and I took the chance to run off of him. He sat upright so quickly it scared me. He stood up and started walking towards me. I squealed and flung the door open, hitting him in the jaw, and ran down the stairs. I heard him groan as he got up. "You're going to pay for that, Alexa." He yelled and I heard him run after me.
I made my way into the kitchen and saw jack gilinsky. I stood behind him and held onto his waist. "Don't let him get me." I cried out, my tears soaking into his white t shirt.
"What did you do to her?" Jack asked horrified. I peered out from behind jacks shoulder and saw a very pissed of Nash.
"What did I do to her? What did she do to me! I was just showing her abound the house and she slammed a door in my face!" Nash lied. I tightened my grip on jack and buried my face in his back.
"Is that true, Alexa?" Jack asked, placing his hands on mine.
"No," I mumbled. "No, he's lying. He started making out with me so I ran away." I said into his shirt. "Don't let him hurt me again." I cried out.
"What's going on here?" A voice came from the doorway. Everyone looked over to see a confused Matt. I took the chance to run away from jack and Nash and into matts arms.
"Get me a way from Nash." I cried into his shirt. I felt his arms wrap around me and rub my back soothingly.
"What did he do?" Matt asked.
"I was just showing her a to-" Matt started but I cut him off.
"He started making out with me and he really scared me." I mumbled into matts shirt. I felt his grip tense up and I clung on to him more. "Don't let him touch me ever again. Please." I cried out, his shirt muffling my sobs.
"Okay I won't just calm down, Alexa." He cooed in my ear. "Let's get you some sleep." He picked me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck immediately and buried my head in his chest.
I felt him walking for about a minute before I was placed on a bed. I opened my eyes to see Matt turn around and start to walk away. "Matt?" I whimpered out. He stopped and turned around. "Can you stay with me?" I asked, scared laced in my voice. I saw him smile and nod before he started walking over.
I scooted over and let him lay down. I went back to him and put my head on his chest. His arm found its way around my waist and pulled me close to him. He kissed the top of my head before I drifted off into my dreams.
That was the first time I trusted Matthew Espinosa in a while.
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Stockholm Syndrome
FanfictionStockholm syndrome A psychological phenomenon in which hostages express empathy and sympathy and have positive feelings toward their captors, sometimes to the point of defending and identifying with the captors.