Stockholm syndrome is the term used by psychiatrists to describe a set of characteristics first observed in people taken hostage during a 1973 bank robbery in Stockholm. With this syndrome, hostages or abuse victims may come to sympathize with their captives. This is the opposite of the fear, terror, and disdain that might be expected from the victims in these situations. Over the course of time, some victims do come to develop positive feelings toward their captors. They may even begin to feel as if they share common goals and causes. The victim may begin to develop negative feelings toward the police or authorities. They may resent anyone who may be trying to help them escape from the dangerous situation they're in. Many psychologists and medical professionals consider Stockholm syndrome a coping mechanisms, or a way to help victims handle the trauma of a terrifying situation.
____________________________
2015
Oslo, Norway
"Terrence ano ba paano ako makakapag-prepare ng kakainin natin kung di mo ko titigilan!" I told him as I was chopping the vegetables.
He continued kissing my nape and massaging my breasts. He stood behind me closely, as I can feel his bulge through the thin fabric of my dress. Sa sobrang lapit niya sa akin, mahihiyang sumingit ang hangin sa gitna ng katawan namin. Sa bawat araw na magkasama kami ni Terrence, hindi nawawala ang landian at kahalayan lalo na't pareho kaming malandi.
"I prefer eating you. We can just call for a delivery. Let's go to bed, baby." His husky voice made the hairs on my nape stand. Pilit ko itong pinagsawalang-bahala dahil mas importante ang gutom ko kaysa sa pagkahayok sa laman ng lalaking kasama ko.
I rolled my eyes and dropped the knife on the counter and stood to face him.
"Alam mo, I know you're sex starved. Pero ibahin mo ang definition ko ng starved dahil gutom ako sa totoong pagkain. And I don't want to order greasy delivery foods so keep your hands off! We can have sex later after we eat real food so please, layo layo nang konti baka saksakin kita ng kutsilyong hawak ko!" I told him before turning the oven on preheat and boiling the potatoes on the pot.
I stepped away from him and went straight to his room to get a change of clothes. I took one of his shirts and got a good look at myself in front of the mirror. Well... It covers what needs to be covered so what the hell, right? Except for the part that my nipples are very obvious because the shirt is white. At least my butt and is covered nicely. I tied my hair into a messy bun and removed my contact lenses. I rummaged through my bag and took my glasses before stepping out of his room.
Nadatnan ko siyang nakaupo sa sahig ng sala at nagbabasa ng libro na nakapatong sa center table. Maigi pa nga at nang makapagluto naman ako, or else we will go hungry by the end of the day from having sex over and over again.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Wicked Doctor
General Fiction"Love is just caused by mere chemicals secreted by the glands of the brain. It's a mere concoction giving us the illusion of happiness and contentment. The heart is just a muscle that pumps blood. It doesn't have anything to do with your emotions. Y...
