Stockholm Syndrome

Three

Tuesday, 27th March 2013, 9:10

"Get in the car" he commanded me whilst giving me a gentle, yet firm push on my lower back area with his hands. I sat down in the front passenger seat of his black Mercedes Benz with tinted windows. I look up at him from the car window while he closes my door for me. He licked his lips, then started walking around the front of the car to get into the driver's seat. My eyes follow his movements, even the subtle ones. What exactly is he doing? With me?!
I look down at my skinny pale hands with chipped black nail polish, I start biting them out of anxiety. *click* I heard beside me. I look to my left and see Shawn opening the driver's car door. He enters the car and sits down beside me. He sighs then starts taking off his plane, ripped white t-shirt. HE'S SO HOT, MY MOUTH IS DRIBBLING o.O HOW DID I GET SO LUKCY TODAY. I can't let him know that though.. I'll seem psycho....

"What are you doing?! First abducting me, then trying to seduce me?!!" I shout at him with a confused expression on my face.. oh no, I might've seemed ugly there, wrong move Riley!

"Calm down baby girl, don't get the wrong idea. It's just so hot in this car. Damn, you have one big head." He says to me while not even making eye contact. He then smirks.

Oh my.... he's the coldest person I've ever met. SO HOT!!!!
He starts the car engine and starts reversing out of the car park.

"Uhm.." I scratch my head. "So.. where are we going then?" I ask him quietly.

"If I tell you, then I'd have to kill you..." he grins slyly at me.

"What the fuck?" I said, in disbelief.
He starts laughing as if I've said something funny.

"I'm just messing with you. You're too gullible. I'm just taking you to get ice cream."

I make an O with my mouth, and look away through the window.  I don't know whether to believe him or not. He seems kinda crazy, if I'm being honest. But he's sizzling so it's ok.

Tuesday, 27th March 2013, 9:42

We pull up outside a neglected dirty stinky old bungalow. What the hell? A millionaire lives in a homeless shelter?

"What do you think?" He asks, pulling his keys out of the ignition. I don't know what to say- I don't want to be rude, my shitty mom brought me up to have manners, and that says something.

"It's nice..." I mumble, whilst looking at the mouldy shack.

"Good," he smiles, with that same creepy smile (but also kinda hot though) "because you're gonna be spending a long time here." And then he winks.

What does that mean? He's so goofy, I love a man that can joke. He gets out of the car, then walks over to open my door. For a moment I think he's being gentlemanly, but then he grabs me by the neck and drags me out onto the sidewalk. Damn, he's so strong. His muscley body covered in sweat starts glistening in the sun. He must work out at least 8 days a week. He pushes me, ordering me to walk towards the shitty house. As we get to the front door, I hear knocks on the window from the inside.

"Oh, who's in there?" I ask him.

"Your new roommate." He replies proudly.

"What?" I say but he doesn't reply. His jokes are starting to get weirder and weirder. After struggling to unlock the rusty door I see a girl standing behind the corridor. Her ginger hair looked unwashed for at least 3 days, so disgusting. She was wearing Shawn Mendes merch but it was ripped and dirty. I want that too! The girl starts shaking her head at me, signalling no. No what? I don't have time to react before Shawn slams the door behind me,  and then with all his strength he slaps my ass.

"Welcome home."