Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 1

I KNOW THIS STORY GOES SUPER FAST BUT IF YOU KEEP READING IT YOU WILL UNDERSTAND SO PLEASE DON'T JUDGE BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY READ THE REST THANK YOU

Sarah's P.O.V

~Three months later~

"P-Please don't hurt me." I whimper. I have been held hostage for what seems like forever. My kidnapper, Harry, didn't want to let me go. Why? I don't know. All I knew is that I needed to find a quick way out or he would kill me. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't hurt you." He whispers. His warm breath trickles against my face, and I shudder. I was blindfolded so every noise that I heard made me jump. He kept me blindfolded all the time for some weird reason. Maybe because he didn't want me to see his face. Maybe he was an old man. No. He couldn't be. His voice was deep, raspy, and thick. An old man possibly couldn't sound like that. I feel his hand cup my face, and I heart stops. Why was he touching me? He takes the blindfold off, and all I see is that I'm in some kind of room that looks like a basement. Harry's wearing a mask, so the only thing I can see was his bright green eyes. "W-What are you going to do with me?" I ask. "Nothing. Yet." He says, getting up. "P-Please don't hurt me. I'll give you money if that's what you want! Just please, please I beg of you, don't hurt me." I say. "We'll see about that, sweetheart." He says, then walks away. I soon start to cry. I couldn't die yet. I just couldn't. I had so much to live for. "Help!" I scream. "Somebody please help me!" I yelp. "Oh silly girl, nobody can you hear you down here." He says. And my breath hitches. He was back, and he was probably going to hurt me. "Let me go." I say confidently. "No." He says. He walks over to me, and squats down in front of me. "You know there are probably people out looking for me. They'll find me, and then they'll take you jail." I say with a shaky breath. Harry chuckles, and I frown. "You stupid girl. That'll never happen, even if it did, I'll just escape like I always do." He says. "You don't know that." I say. "No, you don't know that." He says. "You're pathetic, you know that?" I say. "How so?" He asks. "Bringing girls down here so you can kill them. I bet you rape them, too, don't you?" I say shakily. "That's none of your business." He says. "Why not?" I ask. "Because it's just not!" He shouts making me jump. "I'll be back with some food. You need to eat." He whispers, then walks off again. I don't risk trying to scream for help again. I patiently wait for him to return. When he does, he has a plate with a sandwich on it. "Eat up." He says, putting it in my lap. "How am I suppose to eat when I'm tied up?" I ask. "Well, I was going to feed it to you, but I don't know, are you going to behave yourself?" He asks. "Yes." I say softly. "Okay." He says. He puts unties my hands and feet. "There. Don't do anything stupid or I swear I'll kill you." He says sternly. "I won't I promise." I say. "Good." He says. I grab the the sandwich then put it back down. "Eat up." He says. "How do I know you didn't put poison in the sandwich?" I say. "Trust me, I didn't. Now eat. You need to eat, Sarah." He says. "How do you know my name?" I ask, he chuckles. "I know every little thing about you, darling." He says. "H-How? Have you been watching me?" I stutter. "Yep. For three years now." He says. Three years? Three years and I didn't even notice? He was good. "Eat up, darling." He says, getting up. "Where are you going?" I ask. "Don't worry I'll be back." He says, then disappears. I take a bite out of the sandwich, and it's turkey. It didn't taste funny so maybe I was in luck. It's soon all gone, and I want more, and Harry still hasn't came back yet. I decide to find him, so I get up, and slowly walk up the stairs leading to a door. I open it, and it leads me to a kitchen. I close the door, and slowly walk around the very nice looking house. I walk over to the living room to see a picture of Harry and what seems like his family. "What are you doing?" He asks. I jump and turn around. "I-I was just looking for you." I say. "So you snoop around my house? Didn't your parents ever teach you to mind your own business?" He snaps. "I'm sorry." I say softly, he sighs. "It's fine." He says. I was looking at the floor the whole time, not daring to look him in the eyes. But when I look up, I see a beautiful, tall man with curly, brown hair. How could someone with such an ugly personality be so beautiful? "What?" He frowns. "N-Nothing." I shake my head. "Can I sit?" I ask. "Yeah whatever." He says. I sit on the comfy sofa, and look around. Harry walks over to me, and sits next to me. He scoots closer to me making me feel uncomfortable. "You're so beautiful.."

I'm thinking about Sarah looking like Kendall Jenner. UGH YES I KNOW BUT I DIDNT KNOW WHO ELSE 😭😭😭😭 (I can't stand her btw) but anyway I hope you like the first chapter :D