Liu lead me to my room and shut the door, leaving me alone. I looked at the bed and grimaced. It didn't look like a very comfy bed, and I knew that thin, holy blanket wasn't going to to keep me warm from the cold November winds and temperatures. I looked at my bag and jumped when the door flew open. Liu set down a bucketful of soapy water and a sponge. "Clean your room, when you're done with that knock on my door." He took out his knife and took my tied wrists and cut the rope, leaving me to rub my now raw but free wrists. I picked up the sponge from the water and gasped at the cold touch. I sighed and wrung out the sponge before walking over to the bed frame and beginning to wash it.
There wasn't much in my room, my bed, the window, and a small table in the corner that was still somehow standing pretty stably. After cleaning those I went to Liu's door and knocked on it. The sound of feet shuffling came and he opened the door. "Bring me the water and sponge, you can't take this. He handed me a broom and what looked like an old, rusted garbage can. I felt like a marionette, a puppet, being controlled and forced to do my puppeteer's wishes.
It's dark out now and I'm still cleaning, but now I'm cleaning the kitchen while Liu cleans the dining room. My stomach growled begging for food considering it's been about a day and a half since I last ate and that as just a small granola bar. I wiped my sweat from my forehead and focused my attention from my stomach to what I had completed. I finally finished and stretched my aching body, Sitting in a car for however long and cleaning was taking a toll on my body. Liu came into the kitchen and had a ghost of a smile by seeing my work. "I'm surprised at how fast you clean, I didn't expect you to be done by now I guess you can be useful." I nodded and picked up my cleaning supplies "Leave that here, you;ll take care of it in the morning. Now get to bed." I nodded and left silently to my room and practically fell on the bed. I winced as my back hit the bars from under the thin mattress and sat up. Looking at my bag before getting up and opening it, I could feel my muscles screaming in pain. I kneeled down and unzipped it to see all my clothes and some of my mom's were in here. Every necessity and article I needed he touched. I felt myself blush at the thought of Liu going through my drawers. "Pervert." I muttered under my breath and dug to the bottom to find one of my blankets. I took it out and wrapped myself in it before laying back down on the bed and falling into a light sleep.
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Stockholm Syndrome
FanfictionWhy, why did it have to be me? Why did it have to be me to lose everything? My parents, my friends, my life. Why? Why did I have to get kidnapped, used as bait, held hostage, and even worse... Develop Stockholm Syndrome? {Updates every Friday at 4:3...