Liu's pov
I swung the girl over my shoulder and walked out of the rooms. "Damn she's light." I muttered to myself. Opening her door I dropped her onto the bed and went to my room to my bag. Pulling out some rope I then went back to the girl and tied her to the bed, I smirked at how weak and pathetic she looked, oh how I wish I didn't need her. Leaving her room and going to the car I went to the nearest gas station, Filling the car up and making sure my scarf covered most of my face I entered. here weren't very many people in the building so I acted normally and counted how many there were. '1...2.....3...4....5 including the guy at the register. Perfect' Pulling out my knife I swung it at the nearest person, cutting their throat and causing them to start choking on their blood. I wasn't like the other killers, I didn't always kill for fun. I killed when I needed to. I walked towards the door and when the other people saw me they started panicking. I killed the guy at the register first and then moved on to the others. By the time I was done my knife was covered in blood. Walking around I grabbed their money, the money at the register, and locked the door. Going through the aisles I grabbed as much food that I could. I stopped to listen and when I didn't hear anything I continued. When I had as many bags that I could carry I unlocked the door and left. We won't have to worry about food for a while now.
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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...
