Stockholm Syndrome

ONE

My life's been pretty fucked up lately so I don't really know what else to do. I've thought about suicide but that's too easy. It's not like I have anyone here that'll cry if I died but the thing is, I don't want to die. Sure, I'm lonely. Yeah, I get it but I'm too strong for that.

I'm not quitting this easily.

As I sit on this over sized bed, watchimg this over sized TV, an idea struck me.

If I'm honest, I'm really dominant at all things. I've been searching for years for a nice young man to become my subbmissive but no one will agree. Truthfully I think it's a pride thing. Anyways, I'm  tired of searching and as fucked up as it sounds, I'm going to get one.

I'm a 22 year old woman, living on my own who has sexual craving that must be forfilled. I grabbed my gun, yes, I have a gun. I'm a 22 year old woman living on my own. Once again, I grabbed my gun and dressed myself in some plain black leggings, black boots, black shirt, black leather jacket, and a black beanie after braiding my hair and tucking it into my jacket.

Once I finished, I walked out to m car, an all black Camarro with tented windows. Obviously, I'm not going to find a submissive two blocks away so I put my baby in the glove compartment (my gun, no kids), and put my raybans on. This might be a long drive.

As I predicted, it was a long drive, after about four hours I ended up in Cheshire. I drove slowly, taking in my surroundings. There's quite a lot of people seeing that  I'm on a really busy street. I turned on a side street after driving around for a while and noticed that the block was nearly desserted. Sighing, I stepped on the gas, eagar to leave the empty street and continue my search. Just as I reched the end of the street another car came zooming past causing me to slam on the breaks and almost crash into a person walking across carrying a large duffle bag.

Him. He's perfect. Mop of curls sitting on top of his head, wide-fearful eyes, and pink tented cheeks from the cold. I want him.

I grabbed my gun, setting it on my lap before letting my window down. "Oh gosh,I'm so sorry. I almost hit you, are you okay?" I asked, panicking but not really.

"It's alright I guess." He mumbles so lowly I could barely here it. God, he's such easy bait.

"Can i help you? Maybe give you a ride you where you were heading?" I asked sweetly and he adjusted his bag.

"Um, I actually I don't know where I'm going." He said, furrowing his eyebrows. Damn this kid is so innocent.

"So you're lost?" Even better.

"Um, kinda?" He said in more of a questioning tone. I put Gracie back in the glove compartment before giving that flustered boy a smile.

"How about you let me help you find some place to go, that bag looks really heavy, I'd feel bad if I just let you walk around luggung that big thing." I said with a light giggle. That caused him to smile back and the kid had  a dimple. I'll be damned if I don't have him screaming underneath me.

"Erm, o-okay, yeah. Thanks." He nodded walking towards my car and i pushed a button to open the trunk. He put his bag in then climbed in the passenger seat. "Thank you, you're a life saver." He smiled, holding his hands in front of the heater.

Little did he know.

"So, what's your name?" I asked him and he looked over at me, probably confused at my attire. "Favorite color." I told him and he nodded before facing forward again.

"M'Harry, what's your name?" He asked and I hit the lock one the doors before starting to drive again.

"I'll tell you later, Harry. Why're you out in the cold walking alone?" I asked and he frowned before clearing his throat.

"Well my parents..."

Okay guys, this is chapter one :) I know it's not very long but I promise the chapters will get longer as the story progresses. Please fan, comment, and vote it'll mean so very much to me. I love you all.

~Aysia