L U K E
I sat Sofia down on an old wooden chair, her head slightly tilted to the side. She was so cute when she was asleep. I road around town to see if she would eventually stop screaming once I took her from her work, and she did.. a couple hours later.
I tied her to the chair, stepping back to admire her beauty. She was just so flawless, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I want to be the first thing she see's when she wakes up.
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S O F I A
i woke up with an aching headache, letting out a loud grown. as i tried to regain my consciousness i looked around, where the fuck am i? and why the fuck am i tied up? i turned me attention into the shadows, seeing this tall thin figure slowling coming into view.
"What do you want from me!? get me out of here, i'll give you all the money you want!" I started screaming, but it seems as if that did nothing for him.
"You know what i want?" He spoke with a raspy voice "you."
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Stockholm Syndrome
FanfictionStock·holm syndrome \ˈstäk-ˌhō(l)m-\ noun :the tendency of a hostage to bond with, identify with, or sympathize with his or her captor. (l.h)