Dominic's blue eyes met Issac's chocolate brown. They both stared into, until Issac looked away. "Hey," Issac said "What's your name?" Issac looked back at Dominic, it sent chills down his spine. "D-Dominic!" Dominic squeaked out. Issac hummed and walked away, "What's yours?" Dominic said as he wrapped his pale arms around himself. "Issac.." He answered. Dominic followed behind Issac. The floor was cold.
Dominic opened his mouth to speak but, his stomach spoke for him. Issac glanced back at the smaller boy. Dominic's face flushed. "Hungry, huh?" Issac said and received a nod from Dominic. Issac brushed Dominic's bleach blonde hair out of his face. "Does pizza sound good to you? Peperoni?" Issac asked, Dominic nodded once again.
"Where am I, I-Issac?" Dominic finally got his question out after his face cooled down a bit. "You're at my house," Issac said "We're in the woods, it's a two hour drive back to the city and a even longer walk."
Dominic felt hopeless, Issac smiled and patted Dominic on the head. He went to order the pizza from Papa Johns with a 2 liter bottle of Pepsi. It took a while for it to arrive at the house. That was enough time for Dominic to get to know the killer better.
Issac sat and watched Dominic eat, the word pig was repeating over and over in his head he eventually mumbled it.
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Stockholm Syndrome
HorrorDominic is a 19 year old who is bleach blonde with black roots. His eyes were icy blue. He was pale and had eye bags. He was skinny and short. One fateful day, Dominic is kidnapped after his parents are murdered by the 6'5" 23 year old man. The man...
