Book Of One Shots

Stockholm Syndrome 1

Ship: Zarry
Song Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Dedication: 1dfaiza

Z A Y N

I don't know what day it is. I don't know how many months that I'm sitting here, tied up on a wooden chair. Maybe it's just weeks, it just feel so long because I've never been out of this room.

I know the world is searching for me now. But why are they taking so long? The management have so many connections, so they should have rescued me by now.

But no. I'm still here. Stuck in the room, tied up and being used. Or am I?

I don't know who he is. I don't know what he really wants. Whenever I'm asking him why and what do he want, he'd never answer me.

The first night I've been here, he just kissed me. That's it. I started to think that he's a fan of mine. A crazy or a psycho fan of mine. I don't know.

All I know that he has soft curls and green eyes. He's playing my album everytime and that confirms he's indeed my fan.

But I never expected that something will happen to us the third night.

He sat down on my lap, straddling me. I just frowned at him but later surprised when he kissed me again. I tried to pull away even though I'm tied up but he cupped my face firmly and kissed me again.

I couldn't do anything when his lips traveled down my jaw, to my neck. His lips sent me this tingling feeling as it lingers on my body. Soon he started grinding on top of me which made me uneasy and hard.

I told him and yelled at him to stop but he's not getting it. I started to get panick when he unzipped my pants and freed my dick from it.

"What're you doing?" I asked him but instead of answering, he slid my cock on his entrance and we both groaned at his tightness.

"F.uck!" I moaned when I entered fully inside of him.

His head laid down on my shoulders like he's adjusting on my size. His breathing hard and uneasy.

Is he a virgin?

He bit on my neck like he's stopping himself to moan when he moved.

"Fuck it." I hissed. He's good at moving and I seriously liked it.

The room filled with moans of pleasure and it sounded right against my ears. I started to thrust and he moved with me until we both came.

It goes like that everynight. He'll come at me and force me to have sex with him. I honestly think it was rape but I remember that I'm the one who's inside of him. But whatever it is, it's still consider as sexual harassment.

One day, I woke up laying on the bed in the room frowning. I'm still tied but I can sit up or even lay down. He must've shifted me when I was asleep.

He casually feeds me on time. I guess. I never felt hungry or thirsty because he's taking care of me though. But still, he hasn't told me what he really wants.

"How long it has been?" I asked him curiously.

"Nearly 7 weeks." He simply answered, keeping his voice so low.

"If you want money, I'll give you money. Just tell me how much do you need." I asked him, desperately want to go away from here.

He just shook his head.

"You can just tell me. Talk to me. If you need help, which is obvious, I can help you." I told him.

"I don't need all of that." He mumbled sadly which taken me aback.