Stockholm Syndrome [ SebaCiel ]

Prologue

;; i'm very inconsistent with my stories, i apologize. but, aye, new book ! ;;

It had been everywhere at first— the darkness, that is. It's cool, mysterious aura had gripped me with determination and perseverance. It had been such an unwelcoming feeling. Scary, in fact. I had cried. I hate to admit it, but I wept so.

The darkness had sharp, hawk-like talons, creating wounds all over me. Not only physically, but emotionally as well. The wounds never healed, but scarred over. I hid them well with a mask of indifference. Perhaps that's why I had managed to be granted the sliver of freedom I now had within my possession.

All of this torment had hurt so much in the beginning, I, taking weeks to recover from each psychological and physical strike each and every time. Yet, somehow, it got easier. It was almost as if the blows where landing like a friends slap on the back. The beatings, believe it or not, became a way to tell I was still alive. Still going on.

When he returned, it had always been a frightful thing, not ever knowing what would happen, depending on his mood that particular day. Gradually, his presence was something I looked forward too. His voice had always been that like velvet. Soothing. The man possessed a calming effect, an effect I had grown to love.

He himself I began to crave. How insane is that, huh? I couldn't help it. I tried my best to stay on top of things, my best not to upset him one bit. If only I could get closer... Close enough, perhaps, that I can find a small crevice to shelter in, build him back up from the inside. How clinically insane of me.

I'm developing great doubt in my own self, but—

I believe I may have fallen in love with my captor.

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