05: Sound
The sound of his soothing murmurs in my ear were surprising. How could someone so... you guessed it, terrifying, sound so gentle? So nurturing. So not horrible. My ears, though they were ringing, picked up a lot of detail. Besides the sweet nothings that he murmured in my ear, I heard his shoes gently tap the floor when he carried me back to the bed. I heard the sound of my own feeble protests. I heard the sheets crumple underneath me. And silence. As he went back to staring at me. I heard silence.
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Stockholm Syndrome
General FictionI didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding...
