06: Smell
His smell washed over me as he picked me up. It reminded me of an endless pine forest and I got the idea that was where he was hiding out with me. Maybe it was just his cologne. I smelled his breath as he leaned over me when he set me back on the bed. It was minty and probably a lot better than mine.
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Stockholm Syndrome
Ficción GeneralI 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...
