Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter II

As we silently hung the poster up in our bedroom, Alex suggested that we go on a date. "Violet, do you want to go to a nice restaurant in London? We could leave the island together for a little while," Alex said. "That sounds like fun! But what if people notice it's me?" "You don't have to worry about that. I'll worry about everything. You can just focus on enjoying the night." It was a pleasant change from the violent Alex that was present just a few minutes ago. To tell the truth, I was hoping that no one would notice that I was the kidnapped girl.

     Alex handed me a box of makeup and told me to put some on. "You don't want anyone to recognise you," he said. "Why do you have this—oh wait! I didn't mean to talk!" "I think we'll do away with that rule. I'd like to hear more from you."

     I made sure that I looked unrecognisable so I wouldn't be caught because certainly, there was a police report by now. I even dyed my hair colour temporarily. After I was finished getting ready, Alex said that we should get onto the speedboat to get to mainland Britian.

     I expected it to be a small boat, but there were multiple rooms, and there was someone driving it for us. I guess Alex has money. He paid the driver—or sailor, I guess—and he grabbed me by the hand and yanked me over to one of the rooms. We proceeded with a make-out session, a bit intense. I was worried that things would be taken too far, and that was proven when he tried to unbutton my blouse. I smacked his hand away and buttoned my blouse back up. He seemed a bit pissed, was I going to be punished?
     "What's wrong? Do you want to wait until after we get back home?" "No! I want to wait longer than that!" "Chill out. It's nothing we haven't done before!" That sentence brought me out of my silly fantasy. He raped me, it was nothing I wanted to do. I was drunk. At least now I'm free of the spell of Alex, but this might result in a punishment.