COLY'S POV
I woke up to footsteps in my room, I couldn't move my arms, they we're handcuffed to the bed, I felt the anxiety build up in my chest, as my breaths became more jagged,
"Shhh calm down" Sam said sroking my head, he grabbed his razor again, this time cutting my arms, he took a small ribbon of skin from my arm putting it in a Mason jar filled with formaldehyde, I let out small cried from pain, and hisses when he removed the skin, he took five pieces of my skin. Sam then cleaned them up, then bandaged them.
"Remember blood is love" Sam said, I looked him in the eye, I knew from all my research, this is how he shows affection.
He undid my handcuffs, lightly kissing my lips, then he got under the covers, wrapped his arms around me and fell asleep.
I couldn't help but feel a huge wave of relaxation wash over my body, my captor, holding me close as he slept. This is more fucked up than I thought.
But I'm fucked up too.
So I relaxed in Sam's arms and fell asleep in comfort, and I got a good nights sleep for the first time I've been here no longer waking up at the smallest of sounds.
Blood is love
Pain is love
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Fanfiction"Is this okay?" Stockholm Syndrome Feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.
