Stockholm Syndrome l.h

8

As I sat on the ground of what is probably Ashton's room again, I hear some shuffling around.

It's really dark in here. I can't even see my hand infront of my face. And I'm too scared to even dare to move.

The sound of footsteps seemed to get closer to me. I leaned back into the door trying to get as far away as possible.

I was blinded for a split second when the bedroom light flickered on.

I looked up and seen Ashton standing above me looking down.

He hummed. "What am I going to do with you?"

Hopefully nothing.

He bent down and lifted me up. "Up you go."

He pulled me over to his bed and sat me down. Him sitting next to me. His fingers ran down my arm and in my hair. He moved part of my hair away from my neck, exposing skin. Then he leaned in brushing his lips lightly on my neck.

Why?

My body froze stiff as a statue.

"Oh come on babe, loosen up." He mumbled against my skin.

That word again.

I've grown to despise that word.

He pushed me over so now my body was under his. His lips remained on my skin.

"Ashton." I breathed out.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"Please. Don't. I've been through enough." I tried to push him off, hoping he would understand.

He sat up and looked down at me. "Well, who said I was the one doing anything?" He winked.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What are you saying?"

His tongue ran over his bottom lip as he dipped down to my ear. "I'm going to teach you how to be dominant." He whispered.

I almost choked on my saliva. "W-what?"

He pulled back and stood up. "It'll be fun." He smirked.

"Yeah, for you." I mumbled.

He started unbuckling his jeans and slid them down his legs. He motioned for me to do the same.

I really don't want to do this. At this point I'd rather burn alive.

Just get it over with.

I slid my cropped pajama pants down, leaving the tshirt on.

Just get it over with.

He pulled his tshirt off his back and tossed it to the ground.

He laid himself down on the bed. "Come." He waved me over.

I should just run now while I have the chance. But that could lead to something even worse.

Just get it over with.

I bit the inside of my cheek and moved to the bed.

His fingers slid into his boxers and pulled them down and off his legs. He patted his lower stomach. "Now straddle me."

Just get it over with. It'll be okay.

I squeezed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Just get it over with." I told myself over and over again.

I climbed up onto the bed and swung my leg over him, staddling.

"He won't bite." He chuckled. He must've noticed my body stiffen.

"Ride me, babe." His whisper was demanding and begging.

Just get it over with. Everything will be fine.

My subconscious kept telling me.

He went under my legs causing me to flinch as he pulled his hardened length up. "Take it."

I hesitated and took it into my hands making him let out a small moan.

Just fucking get it over with.

I sat up a bit and placed it at my enterence. I let out a small breath as I eased myself onto him. I squeezed my eyes closed at the killing pain.

I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.

He let out a deep groan. "Move."

I had no clue what I was doing so I just started by lightly rolling my hips.

"Fuck." He groaned.

I bit my lip to keep any sounds from escaping.

Just get it over with.

"Faster." He whispered.

I did as he told and rocked my hips a bit more.

He got ahold of my hands and placed them on his chest.

I stuttered at a lose for words. "I - uh-"

He shushed me. "Keep going. You're doing good, baby girl."

Oh god, that's worse than babe.

"Shit." He hissed as I felt that familiar twitch and release.

I climbed off of him and stood up to replace my pajamas. I was at a loss of breath. That took most of my energy.

Ashton turned over on the bed and was out like a light, filling the room with small snores.

I turned around and caught my reflection in a mirror. I looked tired. Used. Washed out. Almost colorless. And I've only been going through this for a few days now. It's probably only been a week, and I have almost no energy left.

What has happened to my life?

My mind traveled back to my friends and family.

The way my mother would tell me she loved me.

The way my brother would mess with me and joke aroud.

The way my friends and I spoke to each other.

The laughs.

The memories.

A small knock and a whisper of my "name" brought me back to reality.

"Babe?"

I turned around and seen Luke standing at the doorway. I wiped away a few tears that had escaped and ran over to him, wrapping my arms around his torso.

He was a bit surprised but hugged back. I was more than happy to see him.

I looked up at him.

He looked down at me. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head. "Get me out of here. Please."

He took my hand and led me out of Ashton's bedroom. We bumped into Calum in the hallway.

"Oh hey, I was just looking for you, babe." He eyeballed me.

I squeezed Luke's hand and leaned into him a bit.

Calum laughed. "I see Michael was right. She's literally clinging on to you, mate."

"Yeah well, maybe she just likes me more." Luke said.

I looked up at him and he gave me a small nod.

"Well, I kind of need to use her." Calum said.

"Erm, no. You can wait. She wants to take a shower."

How would he know?

"That can wait." Calum said.

Luke spoke between gritted teeth. "No, it can't. If you know what I'm saying."

Oh.

Calum rose his hands in defeat.

"Alright, Luke. Have fun." He spun on his heels and walked aways.

"Come on." Luke said and pulled me to the bathroom.