Stockholm Syndrome

- 3 -

November 21
3:01 am
Unknown

There is nothing. No sound. No sight. It's like I'm in a black hole. The only thing I can feel are my arms being restrained over my head. Realization finally hit me, I can't see because my eyes are covered. I try to scream but nothing is coming out. Instead of sound, I inhale the fumes of duct tape. Where am I? Is this some kind of joke?

I try to kick my legs out, but restraints on my legs forbid me from doing so.

I keep on squirming and attempting to scream, my throat becoming dry. God I can't take this, what the hell is happening? I begin to cry out of fear and frustration. I try to fling my body forward, attempting to free my hand restraints. I failed miserably, my shoulders now burning from the force I put on them.

I hear a door open then shut. Immediately I stop moving. Heavy, steady footsteps walk their way towards me. My palms become sweaty and my heart started to bet faster than usual, at the presence of a person I cry out.

"Shh... don't cry, you're going to ruin your beautiful eyes." The sinister voice spoke.

That voice, I know that voice. It's that guy, Alex. Oh god, I knew I felt something off about this guy.

With hearing his voice I begin to squirm and attempt to get away, once again.

"Just stop." Alex said calmly. He placed his hand firmly down on the top of my chest. My breathing hitched.

He used his other hand to untie my blind fold. I was expecting to see light but all I saw was darkness with Alex's figure right in front of me.

"Your poor eyes, if only you could see them right now." He sighed, brought up the hand he used to untie me, and dried my eyes with his thumb.

His hands feel so rough against me. He is so close to me, I just want him to go away. The hand on my chest is still pressing down on me, it hurts so much. I feel like I can't breathe.

With that, I cry, again. I want to stop so bad, I just can't. I hate showing him how weak I am, but my sobs don't falter.

"May... stop!" Alex begins sweetly, but when I don't stop crying, he shouts at me. I feel his fists pound into the bed on either side of me.

I flinch at his sudden outburst and hold my breath so I can stop crying. Blinking the tears away, I look up at him, my eyes adjusting to the darkness enough for me to see him.

I let my body go limp and try to breathe normally.

"Good girl." Alex smiles at me, his voice lowering an octave. He raises his hand, causing me to flinch slightly, only to gently caress the top of my head. I shiver at his touch.

Mumbling through the tape, I try to talk to him. I need to know why I'm here. I deserve that!

Alex has been watching me the whole time, his hand still caressing me.

"Hmm? Do you want to say something?" He tilts his head at me, his hand now cupping the side of my face.

I nod fiercely, my eyes going wide.

"I will only let you speak if you don't scream. No one will hear you, and it will only annoy me and damage your throat." Alex states. "Be good, okay?"

I don't bother listening to his terms, I just nod again. I need to breathe.

He rips the duct tape off in one go, leaving me gasping for air. Before I say anything, Alex pulls up a stool, places It at the foot of the bed I'm in, and takes a seat.