This week could have gone better. After Liu "showed" me my room he locked the door and refused to let me out unless I had to go to the bathroom. He would bring me my food and even though this place has a TV, he still wanted me to be his entertainment. I was basically his dog, or as Sully like to say, their bitch. So here I was sitting on my bed staring out the window at the new scenery. Since it was December there was snow, but not as much as the hospital. "Must be South to have only this much snow." I muttered to myself. The door suddenly opened and Liu stood there. "Take a shower and change. When you're done come to the living room." I blinked, not moving from my spot until he left. Slowly standing I grabbed a pair of jeans and my black and red long sleeve, and my sneakers. In the shower I let the water run down my body and studied it. There were a lot of scratches that were still healing and scars from the wounds that had already healed. I sighed and blinked back the tears. 'Crying won't help me.' With that I got washed up and dressed while putting my hair into a ponytail. Walking into the living room Liu looked up at me from the TV and frowned. "You took forever." I didn't say anything and stood there awkwardly. He patted the couch cushion signaling me to sit down. I stared at the TV not paying attention to it from my spot on the couch.
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Stockholm Syndrome
Fiksi PenggemarWhy, 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...
