Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 2

Sarah's P.O.V
"W-What?" I stutter. Did he just call me beautiful? Lots of other people called me trashy and a whore. "I said you're beautiful, Sarah." He says. "I-I'm not beautiful." I say softly. "Yes you are. You're absolutely stunning." He admires me by looking at me up and down. I soon feel his hand rub my thigh. My body tenses, and I can't move. "P-Please stop." I whisper. "Why? Have you never been touched?" He asks. "Why do you care?" I ask. "Well, because someone as beautiful as you has to have been touched a few times." He says. "Well, I haven't." I say. "So, how would feel if I touched you like this?" He says. Harry's hand trails up my thigh. "I feel very uncomfortable." I say. "Fine, I'll stop." He says, finally taking his hand off of me. I was surprised that he had stopped. I thought he wouldn't care what I had to say and would keep going. But for some reason, I liked it. I don't know, maybe because I was desperate. But I liked the feeling of his fingers trailing up my thigh. I just couldn't show him how desperate I was. I just couldn't. "Did you eat your food?" He asks. "Y-Yes." I say. "Good. Let's go get you cleaned up." He says. Harry stands up, and grabs my wrist, and walks me up a staircase into a hallway, and into a bedroom. "There's some extra clothes. The bathroom is right across the hall. I'll be downstairs if you need anything." He says, then walks off. I grab the clothes in my hand. By the looks of it, the clothes were his. Of course. I walk across the hall to the bathroom, and shut the door behind me. He had a nice bathroom. I start stripping down, and then get into the shower. I clean myself until my skin hurts, then get out. I dry off, and put on his sweatpants and shirt. Surprisingly, they fit me. I'm also surprised when he gave me underwear. I grab my old clothes, and head back downstairs. "What do you want me to do with these?" I ask. He was sitting on the couch. "I'll take it." He says grabbing them from me. Harry gets up, and walks past me, his scent filling my nose. He smelled so good. Harry comes back, and I'm sitting down again. "W-When are you going to let me go?" I ask. "Never." He smirks. I gulp and say, "What if they find me? You'll have to let me go then." He frowns. "I don't have to do anything." Harry says sternly. "O-Okay." I nod. Harry walks over to me, and my body stiffens. "What are you going to do to me?" I ask. "What's up with the questions?" He snaps. "I-I'm sorry." I say. "Just shut up. You're so annoying." He rolls his eyes. We sit there in silence. I sneak a couple of glances at him, and he doesn't notice. The doorbell rings, and Harry stands up. "I'll be back." He says lowly. I nod to myself and he leaves.
Harry's P.O.V
I walk over to the door and there's Zayn. My boss. "How is she?" He asks. "She's fine. She's just sitting on the couch." I say. "On the couch? Why isn't she tied up?" He asks sternly. "I'm sorry. She had to eat, and she looked very uncomfortable." I say. "Harry, don't you dare go soft on me! She's just a little girl get over it! You better not be falling for her!" He snaps. "I'm not!" I snap back. "Good. Cause if you are, I'll kill you." He says. "Not if I kill you first.."
Sarah's P.O.V
What were they talking about? What were they going to do to me? I can't die just yet. I can't. I hear the door close, and I turn around. "W-Who was that?" I ask. "My boss Zayn." He grumbles. "W-What is he going to do with me?" I stutter. "Nothing, don't worry." He says. "Okay." I say softly. "Do you want something to drink?" He asks from the kitchen. "Sure." I say. Harry opens the fridge, and closes it. He walks over to me, and gives me a juice box. It's apple juice. I laugh at the thought of a psychotic man having juice boxes in his fridge. "What's so funny?" He asks, sitting down. "Why do you have juice boxes in your fridge?" I giggle. "I don't know." He chuckles. He had a beautiful smile and a beautiful laugh. He was so beautiful. No! Stop! I can't fall for him he's evil! "It's starting to get late. Are you tired?" He asks. "Uh, yeah." I say. "Okay, come with me." He says. I stand up, taking my apple juice with me. "This is now your bedroom. Well, it's mine, too, but you can sleep with me." He says. Sleep with him? What? I couldn't possibly sleep in the same bed as him. "W-What? I don't want to sleep with you!" I say. "Well, would you rather be tied up?" He asks. I stay silent. I hated being tied up. "That's what I thought." He says. Harry pulls the covers back, and tells me to get in. And I do. I miss sleeping in a nice, warm comfortable bed. He walks around and gets in. "Goodnight." He says. "Goodnight." I say. And I fall asleep.
I was running through a dark forest because someone was chasing me. I trip and fall and he catches me. "No! Please!" I yelp. But it's too late. He stabs me over and over again. "No! Please!" I scream. I feel someone shaking me. It's Harry. "Sarah it's okay! It was just a dream!" He says, and I snap out of it. "It was just a dream.." I sigh in relief. "Yes." He says. I soon start to cry. I was so scared. What if that's what Harry was going to do to me? "Ssh, don't cry, darling." He says, pulling me into a hug. "I'm so scared." I say into his chest. "Ssh, it's okay. It's over now." He says holding me. I soon realized what I was doing. I was having a murderer hold me. I was so stupid. I wanted to pull away, I had to pull away. But it felt so good for someone to hold me, it felt so good. I felt so safe. "I'm scared, Harry. I don't want to die." I cry. "Ssh, you're not going to die." He whispers. "Why not? Aren't you going to kill me?" I ask. "Well, I'm suppose to, but I can't." He says. "Why not?" I ask. "Because I'm in love with you..."